[Ah, she's fussing now, lips turned down fully as she crosses her arms over her chest. Somehow, during all of this, she'd slipped her arms through the arms of his jacket. It's too big for her, naturally, and she's sort of left swimming in it.
Sad.]
How am I ever to know what you're thinking or feeling if you never tell me? I don't know what you think of me at all.
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[Ah, she's fussing now, lips turned down fully as she crosses her arms over her chest. Somehow, during all of this, she'd slipped her arms through the arms of his jacket. It's too big for her, naturally, and she's sort of left swimming in it.
Sad.]
How am I ever to know what you're thinking or feeling if you never tell me? I don't know what you think of me at all.