>>9751552Ash, almost catatonic, gazes at her house guest. Then the car. She thinks back to the barbecue place.
>(Skelly really, really owes me)She thinks to herself, eyes moving back and forth.
>(Despite everything. I was harsh, but.)>(I didn't do anything to deserve THIS.)Another sigh escapes her lips as she turns away once more.
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>And I'll die happy if I never learn.>Have fun, Spitfire.Ash enters her house and closes the door behind her.