[When is the other shoe going to drop? She doesn't know. Maybe it already has, but November...November still seems the same as always, doesn't he? Reliable November, secret agent, always facing things with his lackadaisical attitude.]
[She huffs, glancing around at the rest, asleep. Peaceful. They had no idea of any of this. How blissful that must be.]
Perhaps. [That's always an option. She looks at her own hand.] I don't feel any different. Do you?
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[She huffs, glancing around at the rest, asleep. Peaceful. They had no idea of any of this. How blissful that must be.]
Perhaps. [That's always an option. She looks at her own hand.] I don't feel any different. Do you?