For Effy, it's a matter of wanting to feel something rather than be numbed, because shutting out the world has become so easy for her that she's gone too far the other way. Caring is hard.
"Oh, the boring kind," not that she seems to regret it, now scooting toward the head of the bed so she can claim the pillows. "So, where's the truck that ran you over?"
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For Effy, it's a matter of wanting to feel something rather than be numbed, because shutting out the world has become so easy for her that she's gone too far the other way. Caring is hard.
"Oh, the boring kind," not that she seems to regret it, now scooting toward the head of the bed so she can claim the pillows. "So, where's the truck that ran you over?"