[She can't help the edge creeping back into her voice. She has no right, not really, not when she left the cabin too. Not for the same reasons, perhaps, but she hasn't come back, either. It emptied on her once, she's afraid to wake up one morning and find it the same again.]
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[She can't help the edge creeping back into her voice. She has no right, not really, not when she left the cabin too. Not for the same reasons, perhaps, but she hasn't come back, either. It emptied on her once, she's afraid to wake up one morning and find it the same again.]