[that's. so fucking stupid, she's so fucking stupid, emotions need to be thrown into a dumpster and gotten rid of, but gods help her, Emerald feels like she wants to cry all over again as soon as that blanket hits her shoulders. she grips at the edge and tugs it closer, tighter around her body, and she just kind of stays there for a second. more than a second. and the first thought that comes to her head goes straight to her lips.]
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Do you take in a lot of strays?