[ That... she laughs at too. She can't make it as robust as she'd like, but she laughs and blows on her fingers one last time, a smile small on her lips. She had considered saying more, explaining a bit of the genocide, perhaps justifying her destruction of the chapel today. But that didn't need to be said to this clown Instead,
She picks up the nail polish bottle, opening it and dabbing the brush in ]
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She picks up the nail polish bottle, opening it and dabbing the brush in ]
They're dry enough. Spread out your nails.