There's a war in her, then, about whether she wants him to turn on the
light or not, but there's also a pitching fear in her stomach of the kind
of things that could hide in the dark.
She opens her mouth but, at first, there's no voice.
"Yes," she says, finally. "You can...Yeah. Turn it on."
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There's a war in her, then, about whether she wants him to turn on the light or not, but there's also a pitching fear in her stomach of the kind of things that could hide in the dark.
She opens her mouth but, at first, there's no voice.
"Yes," she says, finally. "You can...Yeah. Turn it on."