[ she crosses that strange and awkward no man's land between sight and sound -- waiting until she's close enough to properly hail anya before she speaks. she keeps her distance, if only because she can't ever picture herself hugging anya.
though part of her wants to.
instead, she holds out the knapsack. ] I packed a few things. My things, really. But...you can keep them. I probably have too many things.
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though part of her wants to.
instead, she holds out the knapsack. ] I packed a few things. My things, really. But...you can keep them. I probably have too many things.