[ She hadn't quite made up her mind if she'd follow him or not before it was too late to do so. But she had a hunch he'd be back. So here she is, sitting on the base of a truly gauche memorial, fiddling with her phone, one earbud in.
She considers his question a moment, then cocks her head to the side. ]
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She considers his question a moment, then cocks her head to the side. ]
Why does your whole face burn off?