She loves it. She loves it, she loves it, she loves it--it's like...she's a little kid again, or- a little kid she never really got to be, but for the first and only time, she feels good about feeling like that shy little girl who splashed in puddles and hid behind others. Something about it all makes it-
...it makes Riley wonder if it's okay for that little girl to still exist.
To give herself something to do, she sweeps a few strands of hair from her forehead, even though most of it's up secure in her ponytail. The grin she gives, though a little embarrassed, is brilliant, and real. ]
I think if Annleigh ever heard me say that, she'd faint. A lot like you pretended to, actually.
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She loves it. She loves it, she loves it, she loves it--it's like...she's a little kid again, or- a little kid she never really got to be, but for the first and only time, she feels good about feeling like that shy little girl who splashed in puddles and hid behind others. Something about it all makes it-
...it makes Riley wonder if it's okay for that little girl to still exist.
To give herself something to do, she sweeps a few strands of hair from her forehead, even though most of it's up secure in her ponytail. The grin she gives, though a little embarrassed, is brilliant, and real. ]
I think if Annleigh ever heard me say that, she'd faint. A lot like you pretended to, actually.