[ There are several words that give too much away, and Allison presses her lips, rolling them together, flat, back and forth, against her teeth, as she narrows her eyes at those words. Rereading certain parts. She can't tell if it's arrogance. Or obliviousness. Or desperation. ]
So, it's not small then. Whatever you're asking for.
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So, it's not small then.
Whatever you're asking for.