[Oh, Siffrin's here; it might be Hell after all (many things this could mean).
The time in between her lying here, Siffrin's approach, and their speaking offers her a similar buffer. No twinkling starts or screaming birds to give away her surprise or frustration.
But she is also a little tired of deciding which sides of herself she likes giving away every day.]
Hello, Siffrin.
[Andrew remains abundantly still.]
Not quite "the other side of the mirrors," is it? But they were close enough.
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The time in between her lying here, Siffrin's approach, and their speaking offers her a similar buffer. No twinkling starts or screaming birds to give away her surprise or frustration.
But she is also a little tired of deciding which sides of herself she likes giving away every day.]
Hello, Siffrin.
[Andrew remains abundantly still.]
Not quite "the other side of the mirrors," is it? But they were close enough.