[ BREAK HER HEART, WHY DON'T YOU. Harper's fists ball, arms crooking in a flourish so she can place them judgmentally on her hips. All she does is stare for a long, drawn out moment. Think about what you've done, young lady.
Granted, the effect is probably somewhat dulled by the fact that she's also still covered in flour.
But who's counting, really. ]
Don't I deserve a "not complete" truth, then? You still didn't answer my question.
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Granted, the effect is probably somewhat dulled by the fact that she's also still covered in flour.
But who's counting, really. ]
Don't I deserve a "not complete" truth, then? You still didn't answer my question.