"I'm good," she says too, almost automatically, and in the context of how they used to mean it regularly, she is. She's functional. She's here. She's physically in one piece.
But then she catches herself, shading in the long rail of a fence taking shape on her page.
"Mostly I'm good. Sometimes I'm not. I don't know what to expect here, you know?"
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Date: 2023-07-18 02:48 am (UTC)From:But then she catches herself, shading in the long rail of a fence taking shape on her page.
"Mostly I'm good. Sometimes I'm not. I don't know what to expect here, you know?"