[ the longer jyn holds on, the warmer the feeling gets. she doesn't know how to name it, she honestly can't feel it as an emotion, it has settled into her bones now like it was burned there on the beach.
it feels like home. ]
Come with me tomorrow. [ have a drink, stop her from having forty two. right now she has the sleepy enthusiasm and ambition of a drunk white girl. stacy! do you wanna work out like tomorrow? do you wanna go at like six? it's five now!
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it feels like home. ]
Come with me tomorrow. [ have a drink, stop her from having forty two. right now she has the sleepy enthusiasm and ambition of a drunk white girl. stacy! do you wanna work out like tomorrow? do you wanna go at like six? it's five now!
tomorrow she will be hungover. ]