[ and when that lull comes, kate leans her bow against a half-wall and stretches her arms in front of her -- fingers knit together -- until she feels a pleasant burn in her forearms.
at the sound of a voice behind her, she turns -- half-gloved fingers finding the back of her neck. ]
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at the sound of a voice behind her, she turns -- half-gloved fingers finding the back of her neck. ]
Who's Cissie?
[ what? seems like a good question to start. ]