( Sarissa wonders, at times, how she can feel like she never thinks enough and like she overthinks everything, and both of them so often. That she asks too much and not enough, is willing to offer too much understanding and not enough. Sarah had said she makes everything about herself - Sarissa couldn't argue with that, although she had briefly wondered if there was any effective way to defend yourself from such an argument without making it all about you and undercutting yourself, or if maybe that was a thought that only applied to the selfish and self absorbed.
She makes a soft sound in her throat, eases up from her wall-slouch, and moves to the door. The sweater she's wearing is too big and smells of weed, but she isn't and doesn't appear high as she moves towards the door. )
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She makes a soft sound in her throat, eases up from her wall-slouch, and moves to the door. The sweater she's wearing is too big and smells of weed, but she isn't and doesn't appear high as she moves towards the door. )
Open the envelope, if you want.