"Didn't ... seem to be a lot I could do," Tara answered cautiously as she cleared a space on her desk. "I mean, I doubt a-anybody r-really wanted to talk to me."
Oh, god, the stutter was at its worst. Tara kept clearing far longer than she needed to, as if squaring the edges of her books would make everything all right. She knew she could say more, that she should explain the books, explain her horror at the idea something else had used her body. But the words stayed stuck in her throat.
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Date: 2011-01-16 11:56 pm (UTC)Oh, god, the stutter was at its worst. Tara kept clearing far longer than she needed to, as if squaring the edges of her books would make everything all right. She knew she could say more, that she should explain the books, explain her horror at the idea something else had used her body. But the words stayed stuck in her throat.
"I guess it's a research day."