[Sometimes the only way to get through things is to just be firmer on them than the world around you. You don't make lemonade when life gives you lemons like some kind of twerp, you keep those lemons in your hand and stomp on until you find out who gave them to you and then you shove the lemons into their eyesockets and say 'Well, guess I'm out of lemons. Now I'll use the free space to get some fucking apples because apples are delicious'. And it doesn't matter if you were secretly scared, because A) who would argue with that, and B) even if anyone did, you just shoved lemons into a bully's eyes, so who the fuck CAN'T you deal with now?]
[The laugh makes Heather's grin grow, and with a bit of confidence starting to replace the unease, she sits crosslegged, hands casually resting on her knees.]
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[The laugh makes Heather's grin grow, and with a bit of confidence starting to replace the unease, she sits crosslegged, hands casually resting on her knees.]
[There's hope.]
So... friends?