[Max manages a laugh, shaky and teary, as she brushes her hair out of her face. A black, spiked bracelet - Chloe's - half-hides the glowing script on her left wrist (the reason she'd moved it there to begin with).]
I'm 18.
[She's not exactly having a hard time seeing the "holy shit, you're a kid" angle, here.]
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I'm 18.
[She's not exactly having a hard time seeing the "holy shit, you're a kid" angle, here.]