[— She says, which explains exactly nothing while still sort of getting at an answer anyway. Filling space, keeping her thoughts in the present moment, for all that they keep wanting to drift back elsewhere. She wiggles her toes absently in her stocking feet, thinking of how her heels ache from her impractical boots, and of boring beige carpet that squished.]
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[— She says, which explains exactly nothing while still sort of getting at an answer anyway. Filling space, keeping her thoughts in the present moment, for all that they keep wanting to drift back elsewhere. She wiggles her toes absently in her stocking feet, thinking of how her heels ache from her impractical boots, and of boring beige carpet that squished.]
...What do they taste like? The ones you had.