Pigs are genuinely intelligent. Can't say that for dicks.
[She sipped her drink, watching him and feeling that edge of panic, guilt, rage, and nausea still tickling along her skin. But the banter was just as casual and habitual as breathing for her. She focused on that instead, because it was better than remembering.]
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[She sipped her drink, watching him and feeling that edge of panic, guilt, rage, and nausea still tickling along her skin. But the banter was just as casual and habitual as breathing for her. She focused on that instead, because it was better than remembering.]