[She doesn't like dwelling on it either, but sometimes the memory and realisation just blindside her out of the blue. Like now. But she's gotten to the point where she can move on without them hanging over her head—at least, she tries.]
I don't sound like that, you tosser.
[But she's laughing.]
Though... I actually rather agree with that last bit.
voice;
I don't sound like that, you tosser.
[But she's laughing.]
Though... I actually rather agree with that last bit.