Oh... [Her voice is too small, thin, and she clears her throat, fidgeting with sudden movement as she tries to figure out what to do with hands that have resumes shaking.
Dammit, woman up, Gogo. You promised you'd get over this. There's nothing to be afraid of.]
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Dammit, woman up, Gogo. You promised you'd get over this. There's nothing to be afraid of.]
I... never thought...someone else...