[ Her voice is bitter and unimpressed – but it seems like her irritation isn't pointed squarely at him, for once. She steals a glance back at him and, seeing that he isn't looking at her, allows herself the risk of following his gaze back to the tree and all the colorful wishes dancing around in the wind. ]
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[ Her voice is bitter and unimpressed – but it seems like her irritation isn't pointed squarely at him, for once. She steals a glance back at him and, seeing that he isn't looking at her, allows herself the risk of following his gaze back to the tree and all the colorful wishes dancing around in the wind. ]
... it couldn't be that simple. Could it?