[One day, she might feel bad about ruining his life. There might be a point where she looks back on her past and thinks Boy that Guzma. Good guy. Sure put up with a lot.
But today isn't that fake hypothetical day. They're living in reality and that means instead of offering any kind of meaningful explanation, she tries to raise one of her arms high into the air, shaking it to let the sleeve fall back. It's covered in ash, spread about in an intricate, familiar pattern and some big blotches from where it rubbed against her clothes.
Look, she's got tattoos!! Incredible!!]
It's like your paintings-[Pause]-drawings? That thing? It goes away on me.
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Date: 2018-04-22 11:55 pm (UTC)But today isn't that fake hypothetical day. They're living in reality and that means instead of offering any kind of meaningful explanation, she tries to raise one of her arms high into the air, shaking it to let the sleeve fall back. It's covered in ash, spread about in an intricate, familiar pattern and some big blotches from where it rubbed against her clothes.
Look, she's got tattoos!! Incredible!!]
It's like your paintings-[Pause]-drawings? That thing? It goes away on me.