Outside the dorms- Saturday morning

Sia was ready to write this last week off entirely. She didn't like feeling out of control of herself, she didn't like doing stupid things because of that (she didn't like doing stupid things, period), and she was more than ready to repress as necessary and move on.

She was starting by taking Vitor for a walk, without any worry of running into people she would have to watch herself around or feeling like she was doing it because she had to do something. She'd gotten him trained well enough that walks weren't the spastic ordeal they used to be, but he still had this compulsion to chase the squirrels that she hadn't managed to break him of yet.

"Would you stop?" she said. "It's just a squirrel. They're in my room all the time."


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