"There's always someone." Aunt Cord. Rhea. The Fog God. Susan's sick to the back teeth of being watched, sick of knowing it. Just once, it'd be nice to forget that actions have consequences, forget anyone can know anything. It'd be nice if things could be simple, just once.
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Date: 2017-06-07 09:27 pm (UTC)She sighs, putting her coffee cup aside. "Eddie?"