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Strawberry, dulce de leche, cinnamon, grape(?) – her friends are all drunk on marshmallows and hot chocolate while Kristen argues speaks with Tracker about Wolfsong and (eugh) Naradriel. It stings, the salt in the open wound as Tracker flourishes and Kristen’s god lies dead. To see her ex happy and with this beautiful elf while Kristen is all alone. Her friends are making snow angels as she snaps at Tracker. Fuck the marshmallows, fuck Nara’s money, fuck the sauna. Why is it all so unserious? How is this worship?
…Why can’t Kristen have this? Why can’t she still have Tracker? Why?