[Oh, right. Conserving energy. That thing she's supposed to be doing. Miriam shivers and thumps her head back against the counter. Part of her really wants to pretend this is a bad dream and as awful as it is, she'll wake up in a few minutes and then everything will be fine.
Except it's not a dream - hah - and it hurts like fuck when Richie douses her wrist.
Miriam doesn't want to cry. She really, really doesn't.
So she screams and makes a pretty good attempt at punching him in the face.]
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Except it's not a dream - hah - and it hurts like fuck when Richie douses her wrist.
Miriam doesn't want to cry. She really, really doesn't.
So she screams and makes a pretty good attempt at punching him in the face.]