[she folds her hands together in an effort to keep them still. She isn't used to this. It feels like she's not in control of whatever it is and control is just so much easier. And so she clears her throat but still manages only a whisper as she turns to look at the water again, instead of at him]
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[she folds her hands together in an effort to keep them still. She isn't used to this. It feels like she's not in control of whatever it is and control is just so much easier. And so she clears her throat but still manages only a whisper as she turns to look at the water again, instead of at him]
Why, Peony?