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She didn't want help, so she tried to look like she didn't need it. It worked.
She had gone without a pen before, but never for so long. She didn't realize how much she needed to write things down until she couldn't.
Anselme finished putting his clothes in the dresser and stepped back.
Cells divide all the time. Right now, her cells were dividing inside of her. So, why should it be odd that she felt so divided?