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Something aches.. she isn’t sure what.
It’s a horrible ache, like having your chest torn open and being stuffed with air. It’s certainly a new ache not like the aches where the general stitched her together- he did a good job not that it matters it will always ache.. it’s bad when it doesn't- she remembers when it didn’t.
Having no ache was awful… Andy says he prefers it but.. Ann wants her aches- she can’t tell the general.. he’d make it all go away and while that would be “good”. It would be too good, she wants to keep it- she wants the painful emptiness the little number gives her
The thought slips out like her own cotton slips through her seams, the little number... That's what's started this aching, the girl… she wonders if she’d ache more being near her, maybe she makes the general ache too and that's why they chase her-
She’ll find out, eventually, she’ll be near the little number, eventually the general will have her… eventually. He will the general doesn’t compromise.