[As he talks, Jester watches him with her chin perched on her knees, fingers fidgeting with the fabric of her pajama pants. She can feel tears wanting to sting at the corners of her eyes, but she valiantly holds them back. Not yet, she has to wait until she's by herself...]
I see. [She says this slowly, even though she doesn't see, not really.] So you didn't like being reminded of me? Is that supposed to make me feel better because it really doesn't.
[She might, perhaps, be acting a little bit petty.]
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I see. [She says this slowly, even though she doesn't see, not really.] So you didn't like being reminded of me? Is that supposed to make me feel better because it really doesn't.
[She might, perhaps, be acting a little bit petty.]