Zelda exhaled, and some of the tension went out of her shoulders. "I know," she said, "But then - I felt like I was just getting letters about how close you are and how much I wouldn't understand. And it felt - I don't know, condescending?" This wasn't a conversation she wanted to be having here, outside her house, when she was cold and tired and annoyed. It wasn't a conversation she wanted to have when he was drunk.
Frankly, it wasn't a conversation she wanted to have at all.
Frankly, it wasn't a conversation she wanted to have at all.
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