[Fugo can't help it. He thinks of Sheila, specifically Sheila with her round chin plopped into her palms. For someone so smart I think you'd lose your big stupid nose if it wasn't attached to your face, she said, unimpressed, after Fugo awkwardly asked her if they were friends. She reached out to take it between her forefinger and thumb, tugging sharply to make him look her in the eye when she said: Of course we are.]
The problem is finding a way to help her without getting lost ourselves. She'd be very angry if we did that.
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The problem is finding a way to help her without getting lost ourselves. She'd be very angry if we did that.