[ Kate snorts. There is something nice about it, not always but definitely now. It's familiar, an easy rhythm to drop back into, and somehow the negativity itself is affectionate, too. ]
[Maybe it's delirium, maybe a weird premature spill of feelings--whatever it is, Johanna kisses the top of Kate's head. I'll tell you what it's not, though: it's not affectionate. This is a kiss so she shuts up.
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You're the worst.
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[Maybe it's delirium, maybe a weird premature spill of feelings--whatever it is, Johanna kisses the top of Kate's head. I'll tell you what it's not, though: it's not affectionate. This is a kiss so she shuts up.
(Maybe a tiny bit affectionate.)]
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