( A hesitation, then. She stops, watches Sarah, and that nervous ramble of before settles, recedes under her skin like the drag of the moon pulling the sea back from the beach. She was as cold as wet sand, heavy and solid, not hot and light. She was a winter beach, with salt stinging your skin just because of how the air whips it about. )
You don't need to know that.
( The tone isn't that she won't tell Sarah, just that she doesn't have to hear it, not if she doesn't want to. ) I just didn't want to keep it from you. Not putting more burdens on you.
( Laughable, given the collective weight those pigs would reach, but whatever. )
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You don't need to know that.
( The tone isn't that she won't tell Sarah, just that she doesn't have to hear it, not if she doesn't want to. ) I just didn't want to keep it from you. Not putting more burdens on you.
( Laughable, given the collective weight those pigs would reach, but whatever. )