[she stands, pausing to grab a tissue and dab at her eyes along with her bag. what she would do for some illusions right now, so no one can see the evidence of her tears. instead, she can just wipe away tears, the mascara that's smeared, trying for a semblance of dignity.
what is she going to say, when they pass out there to leave? what will she do, terrified that someone will see this lapse in herself? she doesn't know, but she reaches back for Andy.
tell me what to do.
if the front desk is smart, they will never mention it in their lives. if Emily has to be guided out, half hiding her face, no one should say anything.]
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what is she going to say, when they pass out there to leave? what will she do, terrified that someone will see this lapse in herself? she doesn't know, but she reaches back for Andy.
tell me what to do.
if the front desk is smart, they will never mention it in their lives. if Emily has to be guided out, half hiding her face, no one should say anything.]