Answer: A lot.
What I say:
a. If I know them: Too much
b. If I don't, that well: nothing at fucking all.
It's too cold in this house. I'm by myself, hyper-tuned. Every noise warrents investigation.
The space heater is only a few feet away, but I don't move. Tank top and tights and goosebumps and menstruation and bracelets and disgust and stress-acne.
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