[ her nose crinkles. there's no -- there's no backtracking now, is there? so peggy leans into her bad mood, huffing and posturing and perching her hands on her hips. ]
It's what he calls me. His aunt. [ she plays it off like it's no big thing, like it hasn't haunted her thoughts. ] He grew up knowing me.
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It's what he calls me. His aunt. [ she plays it off like it's no big thing, like it hasn't haunted her thoughts. ] He grew up knowing me.
[ outside of the history books. ]