“You looked stressed last night,” Alina said, not looking up from a stubborn dandelion root. “And you hate asking for help.”
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“I should probably get cleaned up,” she said, pulling her hand back. “You looked stressed last night,” Alina said, not
“Thanks for not being weird about… this.” She gestured vaguely at the house, the garden, the invisible line they’d just stepped over. “You looked stressed last night