[The problem with being tsun is sometimes the true message gets lost along the way. Ginia's mood dips, the warmer edges of her happiness softening as doubt sets in. She pulls her feet out of the water, sticking them out in front. It's getting too warm, her feet are getting wrinkly, she assures herself, pretending it's not because she's prepared to run.]
Am I hopeless too?
[Ginia stares into the water, watching the drips fall off her legs and ripple across the surface.]
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Am I hopeless too?
[Ginia stares into the water, watching the drips fall off her legs and ripple across the surface.]