"Yeah, I know," she replied, and god that felt like a punch to the stomach. But either way, she swallowed her pride and guilt and whatnot, and picked the towel up again. Pressed it against his eye.
"So I'm not going to think about it, or be angry about it anymore. Now that I know why you started a fight and all...seeing how it's your business. And seeing how I don't have much say in what you do with your life." Her jaw tightened, before she relaxed again. "You don't need ribbons."
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