Oh. [Emily figured, but it still doesn't seem to sit well with her, using the town as an excuse-me for such awful behavior. She watches Alfie draw for a few moments, cheek rested on one of her arms.]
I'm sorry I did bad things to you, Mister Alfie. [The picture had been a gateway to admittance. What happened continues to be like a dream to her for now; later, when she has more time to let it sink in, she'll be worse off.] Do you think Royce doesn't like me anymore?
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Oh. [Emily figured, but it still doesn't seem to sit well with her, using the town as an excuse-me for such awful behavior. She watches Alfie draw for a few moments, cheek rested on one of her arms.]
I'm sorry I did bad things to you, Mister Alfie. [The picture had been a gateway to admittance. What happened continues to be like a dream to her for now; later, when she has more time to let it sink in, she'll be worse off.] Do you think Royce doesn't like me anymore?