[She looks at the beer. Looks at Stephen. Looks at the beer. Looks at him. Takes it and twists it open and drinks deep, like nothing in the world will ever be as satisfying as this beer, and maybe it won't.]
[When she stops to breathe she closes her eyes, squeezes tight shut like she's light-sensitive. She just doesn't want to look at him right now.]
So do I get to go home? After I've killed him and all that.
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[When she stops to breathe she closes her eyes, squeezes tight shut like she's light-sensitive. She just doesn't want to look at him right now.]
So do I get to go home? After I've killed him and all that.
[Joke. Ha ha.]