"For the boy who doesn't want to talk to me, you sure do a lot of i--"
Right then, she staggers, nearly tripping over the end of the ramp, holding a hand to her head, her eyes suddenly clouding over with a glossy white. She just...stands there, hand held loosely at her temple, staring at nothing.
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Right then, she staggers, nearly tripping over the end of the ramp, holding a hand to her head, her eyes suddenly clouding over with a glossy white. She just...stands there, hand held loosely at her temple, staring at nothing.