[She keeps swinging her feet, looking back out over town rather than meeting his eyes. It feels like she should choose her words carefully, but she doesn't know which ones to choose. Telling him it's a joke doesn't feel right, but...]
I mean, everybody does eventually, right?
[She gives him a quick flash of a smile, hoping it's reassuring before looking back toward town.]
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I mean, everybody does eventually, right?
[She gives him a quick flash of a smile, hoping it's reassuring before looking back toward town.]
It's okay.