[ By the time he returns with the craptastic beer, Elena's wiggled out the last wire. The razor is set aside and she's got her mangled bras folded up while she waits. ]
Thanks.
[ He's buying her shitty booze and she's helping him, again. What the hell is wrong with her? The thought sits like a sour patch kid candy gone bad at the back of her throat. Even the beer can't help push the taste away. Still, she keeps trying. ]
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Thanks.
[ He's buying her shitty booze and she's helping him, again. What the hell is wrong with her? The thought sits like a sour patch kid candy gone bad at the back of her throat. Even the beer can't help push the taste away. Still, she keeps trying. ]
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