Brynne Needs to Chill

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Aru: Is that your mother?

Brynne: Where?

Aru: On the other end of the platform.

Brynne: Does her gaze drag the last vestiges of happiness from your soul like a dementor?

Brynne: Does her mouth pull ever so slightly into a grimace, as though she has smelled the foulest stench to plague mankind but will not dare to admit defeat?

Brynne: Do her claw-like hands look as though they're ready to rip the beating heart out of a young child in order to continue her putrid existence?

Aru:

Aru: Er--she looks like she's glaring at you.

Brynne: Yeah, that's probably her.

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