[ with care, she lifts the first balloon out of stiles's hand and juggles its plump shape in her palm. testing its weight; trying to imagine herself hurling it across a field.
sansa shakes her head. ] A lovely thought. But I don't believe I need to relax--
[ she says, being possibly the most bestest candidate for a need-to-relax label in the whole damn place. ]
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sansa shakes her head. ] A lovely thought. But I don't believe I need to relax--
[ she says, being possibly the most bestest candidate for a need-to-relax label in the whole damn place. ]