（ hm. that i guess writes off 'dead' in its own way. estranged? the spy in her wants to pick apart every word, sift through the guts of the sentence, divine meaning in the entrails.
she sets it aside. instead: ）
Well, just between you and me, I bet I could take him.
（ she leans in as she says it, filling a tin cup from the water jug. it's the sort of playful bravado that isn't entirely serious, more constructed to make her laugh again. ）
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she sets it aside. instead: ）
Well, just between you and me, I bet I could take him.
（ she leans in as she says it, filling a tin cup from the water jug. it's the sort of playful bravado that isn't entirely serious, more constructed to make her laugh again. ）