[Clove sits with her knees tucked to her chest and her head bowed against them. Thin shoulders shake with a few sobs.
She wants to be alone. She wants company. She wants to keep crying for the rest of her life. She never wants to cry again. She wants to scream. She wants to be silent.
She doesn't know what she wants.
But she manages to speak, words choking in her throat.]
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She wants to be alone. She wants company. She wants to keep crying for the rest of her life. She never wants to cry again. She wants to scream. She wants to be silent.
She doesn't know what she wants.
But she manages to speak, words choking in her throat.]
It-- It's stupid. It's really stupid.