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Sharp and opinionated Purple is one of the last residents of what's left of...
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I KNEW THAT something was amiss the moment I stepped foot into Cotton Candy.
Georgia was sitting at the counter, poised and alert.
Of all the mere thirty seven hours that I had known and observed her, those characteristics were unusual. Something was definitely not right.
Though I opted to give her the benefit of the doubt. If she had something to say, then she should feel free to say it without it sounding as though I was prying.
Georgia's eyes widened slightly at the sight of me —slender and wider-hipped once again.
"Oh," she said. "You changed your appearance."
"Yes," I sighed, placing the bags down at my feet. "Is that going to be an issue?"
She eyed me wearily, before glancing elsewhere. "No. It's...actually...better for right now."
What on Earth did that mean?
Had something happened while I was gone? Perhaps she would be willing to tell me if it had been serious. Maybe the absence of the nightmare was an abrupt change, and it had triggered some repressed fear she had built up. And I wondered if she really meant that it was better, but I realised that for whatever reason she might have, this body indeed might be the best option.
She would not meet my gaze, and her right hand was resting on her wounded arm.
"Is...everything all right with your arm?" I asked gently. "Has the pain increased?"
