Fine, then. “There eh nothing to do,” Bitter snapped, her voice heavy. She didn’t want to look at him. “Everyone does keep fighting and fighting, one generation after another, and nothing changes. If you born lucky, then you live lucky. Otherwise…” She let her voice trail off because it had nowhere to go. “It is what it is.” Saying the words made Bitter feel like a dark cloud had hugged her, wrapping her in soft, thick gray, numbing her skin. She pulled her knees up on the sofa and picked at the ring in her lip, circling it around. Aloe probably wasn’t going to like her now, but that didn’t
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