[ she raises her fists like she means to square up with him, but in the end, she throws a half-hearted, far short punch that drops between them like a deflated balloon, as empty as her frustration. ]
I don't think it'll help. [ she shakes her head lightly. ] It's not that kind of frustration.
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I don't think it'll help. [ she shakes her head lightly. ] It's not that kind of frustration.