It's 2019. I don't call people anymore. I fucking count myself lucky that my fingers still register on my phone.
[she could go into how she should count herself lucky she was able to bring herself out of bed long enough to even consider getting on stage in front of people. showing people what happened to her, even if it's just the eyepatch. she could talk about how she spent a half hour washing her face the morning after it happened, hoping that maybe if she got it clean enough, her eye would grow back.]
[or, after a long pause, she could do something else.]
Either you call someone, or you step off my clit and let me brood.
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[she could go into how she should count herself lucky she was able to bring herself out of bed long enough to even consider getting on stage in front of people. showing people what happened to her, even if it's just the eyepatch. she could talk about how she spent a half hour washing her face the morning after it happened, hoping that maybe if she got it clean enough, her eye would grow back.]
[or, after a long pause, she could do something else.]
Either you call someone, or you step off my clit and let me brood.