She feels like a little girl, like she's fourteen and being escorted home by the fucking cops or something, as she steps up to the stoop and checks the knob, then rings the bell. A light flicks on, visible through the front window, and she glances back at Newt and waves a little.
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Date: 2017-02-20 12:00 am (UTC)