It's not the first time Abby's asked her this, and she didn't have the answer back then either. She falls to silence, still walking with her, hands in her pockets, her hair brushing the back of her neck.
Something crazy occurs to her, but then she can't. Shake it.
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It's not the first time Abby's asked her this, and she didn't have the answer back then either. She falls to silence, still walking with her, hands in her pockets, her hair brushing the back of her neck.
Something crazy occurs to her, but then she can't. Shake it.
"... Abby? Are we friends?"