[ A story is simply what it is. A story is what that precious snapshot of that moment in her life is, a tale passed down from generation to generation. And maybe, a story is how she tells it, sometimes, in order to both distance herself from the crueler parts while acknowledging that such a thing happened. ]
For as much as I can feel it, yes. The rest of my mouth is fine.
[ She gives him a calm smile, seemingly undeterred by the fact that she obviously can't actually feel much texture with the nub of a tongue she has left. But that's what the roof of her mouth and her teeth are for, to help her tell how tender or crispy or crunchy something is, and she's grateful to still be able to feel that much. ]
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For as much as I can feel it, yes. The rest of my mouth is fine.
[ She gives him a calm smile, seemingly undeterred by the fact that she obviously can't actually feel much texture with the nub of a tongue she has left. But that's what the roof of her mouth and her teeth are for, to help her tell how tender or crispy or crunchy something is, and she's grateful to still be able to feel that much. ]