3″I reach across the table, my hand covering yours. My touch is surprisingly strong, grounding you in the present. Don't let him get to you… I say softly, my voice a low hum against the mess hall. You made a call, a tough one. It didn't work out as planned, but at least we made it. my voice is monotone, as I bring my hand back. I’ve never been one to express my thoughts but I figured you needed it. We’ve always happened to make it through, but right now I’d hate if they disciplined you.
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