[ She blinks, surprised at the implication. Though not offended. None of them know each other, or what sort of place they are coming from. She shakes her head and opens her jar of pickles. When she speaks again it's much quieter. ]
I don't want it. I like the big windows I have. I just wish there weren't windows between my room and that big one inside.
[She tries a pickle. It is so salty. Her eyes fly wide as she struggles not to spit it out. ]
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I don't want it. I like the big windows I have. I just wish there weren't windows between my room and that big one inside.
[She tries a pickle. It is so salty. Her eyes fly wide as she struggles not to spit it out. ]