A Word

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There's a man wearing a string of ears.

She's.

Always moving too much when she shouldn't but dumb and stuttering at the worst times, stuck in place like she's knee-deep in mud, looking. Jaskier shifts in the corner of her eye, he's beside her and it's. Too late. Seen what she was staring at. Seen her staring. She only had to not look eyes down a stupid idiot who never notices anything but she didn't.

Wrong through her jaw and up her spine.

"G - go - ood," she chokes out.

"Hm," Jaskier says, not sounding impressed.

Why would he be, she can't. Can't get just one word out of her mouth.

Only way she was ever lucky only part of her that's shaped like it should she only has to say the words right to sound like they do but. Never can do anything right.

(she wants her mother her mother would know what to do her mother would know what to say her mother would make excuses for her her mother would)

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