[She had one. For a year, almost to the day, she had one. Now, she just curls her fingers around the straps of her bags and tries not to think about the bitemark on her arm. No cure is coming. Joel said they've stopped looking.
She doesn't believe him. But she isn't going to tell him that.]
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She doesn't believe him. But she isn't going to tell him that.]
That seems-- I don't know, naive to me. Sorry.