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[wolfbanes_song]

After a while, I stopped. The guitar was resting gently on my leg. I let my nose and gut and throat just hurt for a few moments, letting the pain wash back into me. I set my guitar back down. I leaned back against my bed, and ran my fingers through my short, wavy hair. Greasy. It was always greasy, gross, but that jag and his fed-hole didn’t help

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(this is emily (who is not so very good at feedback (and is tired besides)))

[belepherdria]

The indirect way it comes at his unhappiness with what she's doing, like that last line especially, works really well. This part stood out most for me. The library second. I suppose that's good- as that's what she cares about as well and the story is told through her. The most powerful tellings of revolution for me have been not told by leaders or movers of the revolution, but people who cared about each other or beautiful things. I like that she remembers the library as one of the first things when she can't remember. And Steve. Steve is an adorable touch and I like it.
After reading the rest of this, I wonder if she should panic more about her lateness as it seems Hachi wields his power over her.
More generally I like how you slipped in the other languagebits. And it was nifty how when she loses her memory, we don't know what happened either.
Good night!