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Goodbye. ****

Some things were true in a way that required nothing behind them. Jade was looking at her with the particular quality Lily had catalogued as assessment — the Jade Kim version, which was detailed and serious and not particularly interested in being comfortable for the person being assessed. She had been on the receiving end of it before and had not found it pleasant and had respected it anyway, because an assessment that was genuinely interested in its subject and not in the conclusion it wanted to reach was a rare thing. Jade was taking her time. Lily let her take it.

Both of us looked at him. He was looking between us with the assessing, conclusive eyes — the quality of someone who has evaluated the situation and reached a determination. His expression, in the specific way that his expressions had been communicating things since his fourth hour of life, was carrying something that I had been learning to read over the months of his life. Satisfaction. He had assessed the situation and found it satisfactory. The tears and the trembling voice and the hand on the face and the words that had been said — he had taken all of it in with the systematic, patient attention he gave to everything and had arrived at: good. This is correct. This is how it should be.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".

I thought to myself. I put my phone down on the desk and turned around in my chair and looked out the window to see the top of the trees and the set up of the festival from here. The more I looked into the distant woods on the hills the more She flooded my thoughts in seconds . I could see soft curves in the sun that kissed her golden skin and curly hair . But what gets me are her dark green eyes. They look like they hold all the secrets and answers of the world, I would love to know what lies behind them .

he said. "Don't thank me," Don said. "It is an assessment, not a gift. The assessment is accurate. The accuracy is what makes it meaningful." "I know," Ernest said. "I receive it as an accurate assessment. And I am—" He stopped. He found the right words. "I am — moved by the accuracy. By the fact that you have looked at the evidence with the honest attention you bring to everything and concluded this." Don held his gaze. "The conclusion is solid," he said. "The work you have done — the system, the consistency, the showing up — the evidence is solid."

I stared at myself in the mirror, my eyes red and my lips still quivering as I tried to reapply lip gloss. I looked terrible. Lashes seemed to be holding up, yet the clear tear trails cut down my cheeks. That was unmistakable. I looked like shit. I took out a compact and tried to fix what was wrong, doing my best to lessen the look of my emotions. Finally, I took my clutch, leaving the restroom making my way to the server who was seemingly waiting for me. There was one glass that seemed different, so I picked it up.

Finishing the job. ****😑****