[It is equal parts insulting and weirdly endearing. Not for the first time, Agnes wonders how Keith functions in society. No really, how?]
And what am I supposed to do at home? Watch my show fall out of first place? Not a chance!
[Agnes maneuvers the crutches back under her arms, swings away from Keith, and grimly finishes the trek to her office. He's probably going to follow no matter what she says. Fortunately it's just a few more doors down. She awkwardly levels herself into the chair, concentrating on hiding the wince. Only a few minutes up and her leg already aches.
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[It is equal parts insulting and weirdly endearing. Not for the first time, Agnes wonders how Keith functions in society. No really, how?]
And what am I supposed to do at home? Watch my show fall out of first place? Not a chance!
[Agnes maneuvers the crutches back under her arms, swings away from Keith, and grimly finishes the trek to her office. He's probably going to follow no matter what she says. Fortunately it's just a few more doors down. She awkwardly levels herself into the chair, concentrating on hiding the wince. Only a few minutes up and her leg already aches.
It's fine. It's fine.]
Okay, I'm sitting. Will you stop fussing?