Shelter
Part One
Chapter Seven: It's Been Tearing Me Apart
Ships: Brittana with Sam/Brittany, Santofsky, Puck/Brittany, Quinntana friendships. Very minor Quick.
Summary: The only thing worse than being reaped is volunteering for someone you love. Because then they have something to use against you. Brittany and Santana learn that the hard way.
Other: This is a Hunger Games AU. Every chapter will be named after a line from a Glee song with contextual or sometimes more literal relevance to the chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or The Hunger Games.
Author's Note: I'm not doing every single thing from the Hunger Games in terms of interviews, training, etc. I'll be doing a bit, but I think that in the earlier days of the Games, they would've done less so that's what I'm doing. Also, I'm making Careers come from only Districts One and Two.
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Brittany looked around the Training Center, lost in her thoughts. It was huge. It was even bigger than the room that she and Puck had did their initial diagnostic testing in. The walls were all a sort of matte silvery colour and there were dim lights suspended from the ceiling. Rows of strange machines that Brittany had never seen in her entire life were lined up along one wall and different machines were lined up against the adjacent wall. There was a door immediately across the room from her and Dave was standing outside of it.
"Brittany! Come in," Dave called. Brittany walked through the large room, staring at the various machines and suddenly feeling very intimidated.
He opened the door for her and stepped into the room after Brittany. This room was way smaller than the previous. The walls and floor seemed to be thinly padded with a material that was the same colour as the walls of the larger room and at the farthest corner from her, Brittany saw a tall, wide black cabinet. She turned to Dave, in curiosity, and for the first time, realized what the man was wearing. He was wearing a funny looking black and red body suit that seemed to cling to his broad shoulders and thick chest. Dave laughed at the expression on Brittany's face.
"It's made of some synthetic material and it maximizes something and let's your muscles do something," Dave smiled broadly, making his eyes wrinkle, and shook his head. "I'm not really sure what it does, but it helps. You'll be getting one soon, too."
"You look like a superhero," Brittany blurted out without thinking. Her cheeks flushed pink and she looked away from Dave in embarrassment.
"Oh man, it's a good thing it'll be just me and Santana today. Me, Santana and Mags dressed up identically? We'd look like a league of superheroes," Dave laughed and threw his head back.
"That'd be pretty funny," Brittany admitted shyly, and finally looked at Dave when she felt her cheeks cool to their normal pale colour.
The huge smile on Dave's face and his rosy cheeks reminded Brittany of Santa Claus. He looked so carefree and happy, and not like a guy who killed twelve people at all. Brittany heard the door to the room open and turned her head to see Puck and Santana walk in together. Santana looked smug and Puck just looked uncomfortable. Did they take the elevator together? Did anything happen with them? Brittany's mind raced with the possibilities of things that were going on between Santana and Puck.
"The point is she's not some fisherman's daughter, you know? She's probably got people everywhere throwing themselves at her and from what I hear about her, she probably welcomes them into her bed with open arms,"
Sam's words echo in her head like he had shouted it from mountain tops. What if what he had said was true? Visions of Santana on top of random men and women flickered through Brittany's mind like an old black and white movie. All those rumours couldn't be true. Santana wouldn't do that.
"Alright," Dave clapped his hands together. "Let's get started. Puck-"
"Actually," Santana cut in, her voice low and husky. "I thought I could work with Noah today."
Santana hadn't even looked at Brittany since she walked in the room. Did she just forget everything that had happened yesterday? Brittany suddenly felt anger bubble deep in her stomach. Santana had kissed her yesterday and today, she was acting like she couldn't even see Brittany.
"Uh, Santana," Dave cleared his throat, sensing some tension. "I've already prepared some stuff for me and Puck, so you'll be working with Brittany today."
Brittany ignored Santana as she walked to one side of the room while Puck followed Dave to the other side. She looked up when she didn't see Santana's feet on the floor near her and saw her turning a key into the black cabinet. She pulled the key out and swung open the tall doors. Brittany's jaw literally dropped when she saw what was hiding inside the cabinet.
It was filled to the very top with weapons. There were long knives and wires and weird sharp objects. There was a trident similar to the one that she saw Dave thrust into the last remaining tribute's chest years earlier. Santana scanned the various items before bending down, picking up a small leather pouch and closing the cabinet doors.
She walked over to Brittany, playing with the leather pouch in her hands. Brittany wondered if Santana was swaying her hips slightly on purpose or subconsciously. Either way, Brittany thought she looked really sexy. She was mad at her, but she was still undeniably hot.
"You should train with this short knife," Santana said quietly as she unfastened the strings on the pouch and pulled out a knife. The blade was about seven inches long and had jagged teeth on one side. She rested it on a small table that was in front of her. "The results from your diagnostic say that you're a really fast runner and your resting heart rate is about 40, so you have the endurance to get away from anyone that you think is near. You have good enough instincts not to do anything foolish. You're flexible and strong enough to avoid flying projectiles. The only problems you'll have is if anyone comes real close to y-"
"Did yesterday even happen? Or was it just a dream? Because you haven't even looked at me today," Brittany interrupted her, brazenly.
"Don't you get it!" Santana had venom lacing her voice and Brittany recoiled. She had never heard Santana so angry at anyone. "Yesterday can't have happened."
"Look, I know I'm not as smart or as pretty or as rich as all those Capitol people, but-"
It was as if the words flipped a switch inside of Santana. Her face turned red and she was suddenly, for the first time in her life, yelling at Brittany. She kicked at the leg of the table in front of her and it flew into the padded walls. Puck and Dave were both staring, too shocked to even move. Brittany didn't know what to feel. She was shocked and taken aback because she would never expect Santana to react the way she did. Most of all, she was scared. She had never seen Santana that angry
"That's not what it's about, okay? So shut your mouth because you don't know a thing about it! I'm tired of e-"
"Girl, what the hell are you doing?"
Brittany didn't even notice Rachel, Kurt, and Mercedes enter the room. She could feel burning hot tears welling up in the corner of her eyes that were probably bloodshot from the lack of sleep she had gotten the night before. She looked back to see Santana still seething and shooting daggers from her eyes at Mercedes.
"Fuck off, Wheezy," Santana snapped. "I'm sick of peo-"
"Just go and take a walk or something before you go and do something stupid because you're already embarrassing yourself in front of everyone here," Mercedes pointed at the door with one hand and rested the other on her hip. "Go."
Santana seemed to understand that what Mercedes was saying was right and after a few seconds of deep breaths, she bent down and picked up the table that she had kicked. She was mumbling something, but Brittany didn't hear it because she was concentrated on making her tears stop welling up. She started to walk toward the door but stopped before passing Brittany. She opened her mouth, trying to convey her thoughts into words, but couldn't seem to. So she just gave her a sad gaze and continued toward the door.
Before she could leave the room, a man with a short, curly light brown hair. His smile was a little too big and he had these deep dimples, which probably could've been charming, but combined with his butt chin, were creepy. His brown eyes rested on Santana, who stopped dead in her tracks. Brittany couldn't see her face, but her body tensed up and her hands curled into defensive fists. His eyes were glued to Santana's covered chest but he look hungry as he traced them over the rest of her body and licked his lips.
"Hey, Santana!" The man clapped his hands and rubbed them together, enthusiastically. "Just the girl I was loo-"
"Not today, Will!" Santana snapped at the man, her voice dripping with disgust.
She shoved him aside with her shoulder and stormed out of the room. Will looked around the room, his eyes flitting between each person as if he was nervous for some reason. He chucked nervously and continued to rub his hands together.
"Uh, i-it must be her time of month or something," Will said in a joking voice. No one laughed.
"Yeah, it is, actually," Rachel said, her loud voice unusually quiet. She mumbled something after, but Brittany couldn't catch what it was. Judging by the reaction from Will, it probably wasn't very nice.
"What?" Will whipped his greasy head of hair around and his eyes were burning with anger. He took a menacing step closer to Rachel and her eyes widened in fear.
"Nothing," Rachel squeaked out and took a step back in an attempt to distance herself from Will. She seemed to shrink ten sizes. "I-I-I just- nothing!"
"I think Rachel was just saying that Brittany and Puck need to come and get ready for their first interviews. Isn't that right, Rachel?" Dave stepped in between them and seemed to puff out his chest, sizing Will up.
"Yes, of course!" Rachel squeaked again even more high-pitched. "Brittany, Noah, follow us, please?"
As Brittany walked beside Puck and followed Rachel, Kurt, and Mercedes out of the room, she felt Will's eyes on the back of her head and it felt almost predatory. She felt shivers down her spine and shook them off as she walked through the doorway.
"Rachel, who was that guy?" Brittany asked as they walked out of the Training Center and into the elevator.
"Will Schuester. He's a powerful businessman in the Capitol," Rachel said, her voice dripping with disgust. She pressed a button that Brittany hadn't even seen before. It was circular, like all the other buttons, but unlike the others, it was a metallic light blue colour. The elevator started to move, only it felt as though they were travelling horizontally.
Brittany processed the information in her head. It didn't make sense to her that a powerful, rich businessman would be looking for Santana. She tried to vocalize her thoughts. "Why was h-"
"Oh look we're here," Rachel said quickly, cutting Brittany off. The doors of the elevator slid open and Rachel pulled her out and down a long, wide hallway. Kurt, Mercedes, and Puck followed them.
As she walked through the hallway, she anxiously peeked into the first open door that she saw. There was a tall, handsome boy with curly brown hair and big brown eyes pacing back and forth in the room. He bent his neck to either side of him, trying to release some of the nervous tension in his bones. He started bouncing on his heels with the energy of a puppy, but stopped once he felt someone's eyes on him. He turned his head sharply and cocked an eyebrow at Brittany. He stepped forward and Brittany was suddenly nervous at the thought of talking to the boy, when he suddenly shut the door to the room in her face. She felt her cheeks redden instantly.
"I wouldn't worry about Jesse St. James. He's a Career and an ignoramus," Brittany jumped. She hadn't even heard Rachel behind her. She put her hand on her chest to steady her fast-beating heart. Rachel laughed and dragged Brittany down the hall with her.
"A what?" Brittany followed Rachel down the hall, past two more doors before Rachel turned into the one labeled '4' with a big picture of their District's seal on it. It was a small room with nothing but two spinning padded chairs in front of two vanities, two changing stalls, a closet and a large television screen. Puck was sitting on the farthest chair, eating a piece of bread that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Mercedes was kneeling at beside him and handing him various tubes and bottles of face creams and other makeup products from an unzipped bag on the floor in front of her. Kurt opened the door to the closet and began to sift through various articles of clothing.
"Ignoramus," Rachel repeated as she began to unload a box from the corner of the room. "He's absolutely deplorable. Cocky, self-centered, egotistical-"
"Basically, he's Rachel but a taller man version," Kurt quipped from behind the closet door.
"No!" Rachel snapped defensively as Mercedes cackled animatedly.
"You know that's a little bit true," Mercedes said to Puck between laughs.
"I meant 'Career'," Brittany corrected, while looking around the room at three laughing faces and one flustered one. "What is that?"
"Career Tributes," Rachel clarified as she gestured toward the remain chair. Brittany took the hint and sat in it, back straightened. "Basically, kids from the wealthier districts train their whole lives for the Games and then volunteer to go in."
"That's stupid," Puck commented, as he shoved the last pieces of the bread into his mouth. Brittany dug in her pocket to pull out a folded sheet of paper. She removed pictures of her parents and Kyle and Sam and lined them up on the shelf in front of the mirror.
"And technically illegal," Rachel continued. "But they have enough money to get away with anything. If they win, which they usually do, they're treated like heroes and given anything they've ever wanted. Especially Jesse, since he's the favourite to win."
Brittany's face paled at Rachel's words, but no one seemed to notice but Puck, He swallowed the big lump in his throat and tried to ignore the fear in his heart brought on by Rachel's words.
If they do win, which they usually do…
Favourite to win…
"Congratulations Rachel, you've scared the living crap out of them," Kurt announced. He stepped away from the closet and placed his hands on both Brittany and Puck's shoulders. He bent down so that he was at eye-level to the pair that were both sitting nervously. He offered a wide smile that made his eyes wrinkle and at once it comforted Brittany.
"Let's just focus on today," he told them.
The moment Kurt stood and moved back toward the closet, Rachel and Mercedes flocked over to them. Mercedes leaned in front of Brittany and began to massage a cream into her face. It was really relaxing and Brittany's eyes soon shut. She felt the wet cream quickly become absorbed into her skin.
"It's a good thing neither of you have lost your natural tan," Mercedes commented as she dusted some sort of powder onto Brittany's cheeks. "This will just give you a healthy glow."
She stepped back admiring her handiwork for a moment before leaning down in front of Brittany again and instructing her to sit still. Brittany felt a quick pain against her forehead, but chose to obey Mercedes and sit still. The quick pains went on for a few more minutes before she felt a cool wind being blown onto her face. Then, she felt a soft brush sweep across her the area around her eye and a dull point run along the edge of her eyelid.
"Almost done," Mercedes mumbled, absentmindedly. "Open your eyes."
Brittany watched in curiosity as Mercedes curled and applied a coat of black paint-like substance onto her eyelashes before stepping back and laughing, "Damn, I love this district and your perfect skin!"
Brittany was then ordered to go into one of the dressing rooms and put on the clothes that were inside them. She swept the long curtain to one side, entered the small space, and then slid it closed. She stripped out of her baggy training clothes, leaving her in just a bra and panties. She folded her sweats neatly and placed them on the floor. She saw a tiny bag on the floor and opened it. She examined the clothing inside the bag with furrowed eyebrows. She quickly deliberated which of the three members of the beauty team she should call.
"Uh, Kurt!" Brittany called out.
"Yes, honey," Kurt poked his head in the tiny gap in the curtain. He seemed unfazed by the almost naked blonde in front of him, which was exactly what Brittany was hoping for.
"The clothes in here," she gestured at the bag. "are hardly anything. It's almost less than what I have on right now."
"Yeah," Kurt nodded. "You need to do a hair removal treatment first. Just get in them and then come out to the hall where I'll be waiting, okay? Go in the closet for a robe if you want one."
And with that the young man left her alone. Apprehensively, Brittany shed the little that was remaining of her clothes and pulled the tight black short shorts and bra on. She poked her leg out of the curtain and then her head, and when she saw Mercedes and Rachel working on Puck, she scurried out of the dressing room and to Kurt's closet. In her rush, she missed the brunette that was standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed.
She was in awe of the dozens of dresses and suits that were tucked in the small closet. She looked at each one, admiring the sequins and cuts and delicate fabrics. She had sifted through about five or six outfits, when Kurt poked his head in the doorway.
"Brittany," he called out and Brittany's head whipped to him like a deer in headlights. "It's at the bottom."
But Brittany didn't move. Her eyes were glued to Santana standing in the doorway. She hadn't even noticed her there. Santana's eyes were just as wide as Brittany's and seemed to be staring straight at her chest. Embarrassed, she bent down quickly and scooped up the fluffy white robe in her arms. She untied it and quickly put it on, securing the belt tightly. Her cheeks were still red as she walked by a speechless Santana and to Kurt.
"Follow me," he led her down the hallway past rooms labelled for each district and stopped in front of a door labelled 'laser treatment'. He unlocked the door with a key on a spiral bracelet around his wrist and pushed the door open. The room was empty except for a small chair in the corner of the room and a large machine that looked like a futuristic white coffin, but with an opening at one end. Kurt pressed a few buttons at the side of the machine and it hissed open. Brittany looked at it apprehensively.
"Don't worry," Kurt shook her off, seeing her nervous look. "It's safe."
"I don't know," Brittany trailed off. "It doesn't look safe…"
"It is, Brittany. Trust me," Kurt looked at her expectantly. "A billion people have come in and out of here completely unscathed. Santana's done it, too."
At the name, Brittany's head perked up not unlike a dog and she slowly began to lay down on the machine.
"Scoot your head up," Kurt said and Brittany obeyed. Kurt tucked a small white pillow under her head. Brittany swallowed the lump in her throat. "Just relax, okay? Take a nap."
And so, Brittany closed her eyes and let sleep invade her.
"And the first place winners of the national cheerleading championships are…"
Brittany's grasp on Santana's hand tightened and the other girl squeezed back in response. They stood at the very front of the large group of cheerleaders from McKinley with their coach slightly to the left of them. Both of their heads were lowered in anxiousness and although she couldn't see her, Brittany knew that Santana was probably chewing on her lower lip.
"For the seventh year in a row, the McKinley High Cheerios!"
Brittany squealed in excitement and turned to Santana to hug her best friend. Santana had this wild, crazy look in her eyes and this wide smile that made her whole face squish together in the most adorable way. Santana placed her arms on Brittany's shoulders and jumped into the taller girl's arms. Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist and buried her face in her neck as legs were wrapped around her lower torso.
They both knew that they were being shown on national television at that very moment, but neither one cared. The entire world seemed to melt away for a brief moment before Brittany felt another hand on her shoulder.
"The world is watching ladies," She heard her coach whisper in her ear. "Put Jugs the Clown on the floor and smile for the camera."
As Santana slipped out of her arms, she carefully interlaced their fingers and hid them behind their bodies as she gave her winning but fake smile to the camera. She faked a loud laugh at something Coach said and side-bumped Brittany, letting her know she should do the same. Just a moment ago, Santana was in her arms and not caring that the entire county could be watching. But just like that, the moment was ripped away from them and Brittany swore that she could kill their coach.
Brittany's eyes traced Puck's figure on the large television screen in front of her. She was back in the room labelled '4' alone, sitting on the padded chair rotating left and right, but otherwise not moving much because Rachel had threatened to maim her if she were to mess up her 'pristinely done hair'. She was just wearing that fluffy white robe and nothing else because Kurt said she could wait until Puck was done his interview to put on her dress.
She eyed the garment bag that was hanging from a hook at the top of the closet, curiously. She wanted to see her dress. Badly. Kurt hadn't told her anything about except for that it matched Puck's outfit. She glanced up at the television screen to see Puck in his light blue tuxedo with black lapels, lighter blue shirt and black bowtie. She had muted the sound, but she knew that the crowd was undoubtedly having their pants charmed off but by the tall, dark, and handsome boy.
"Hey," she heard a quiet familiar voice from behind her.
She slowly turned her head and saw Santana leaning in the doorway. She wasn't wearing that suit anymore, just a tight off-white tanktop with thin black stripes running horizontally and a zipper running halfway down the middle, an even tighter deep blue skirt with a thick black stripe along the bottom, and high heeled boots that made her legs look longer than they actually were.
"Hi," Brittany said shortly, crossing her arms. Santana looked really good in her outfit, so Brittany turned her attention back to the screen. She was still mad at the other girl for blowing up at her earlier that day for seemingly no reason. She heard Santana's boots clacking against the porcelain tiles on the floor until the sound was right behind her.
"I'm sorry for yelling earlier. It wasn't fair to you," Brittany turned her head to face Santana who was searching her face for some kind of reaction. "I- A lot of things are different now and I can't just… do stuff with you anymore, okay?"
"Why?" Brittany confronted. "Unless you don't want to..."
"I do want to, of course I want to." Santana jumped in when Brittany paused.
"Look, if you have a girlfriend or a boyf-" Brittany started off as she uncrossed her arms and let them fall at her sides.
"No," Santana was almost too quick to interrupt. "I could never."
"Well, what is it then?" Brittany said louder, getting frustrated.
"There are consequences now, okay? It's not like before where we can kiss and go swimming and read books in your attic and sleep and do it all over again the next day." Santana was careful not to raise her voice after the incident that morning, but she still showed her frustration through her body language. She took a cautionary step back and kept throwing her hands around everywhere except for when she ran them through her dark hair.
"Consequences?" Brittany's eyes narrowed. "Because I'm a girl, right?"
"Because I care about you!" Santana shouted now, not bothering to hold her voice or her anger back.
"That doesn't even make any sense!" Brittany exclaimed.
"Ladies?"
Both girls stopped their yelling and turned to face the doorway. A pink-faced Kurt was half-in the room, as though he was unsure if he should even be there. Santana sighed, shut her eyes and rubbed at her temples.
"I was just going to help Brittany into her dress," Santana said to Kurt.
Kurt nodded, obviously not believing any of what Santana was spitting out. Santana walked to the closet and unzipped the garment bag. She pulled out the most beautiful dress that Brittany had ever seen. It was a long and shimmering blue and green gown and it looked like a-
"Mermaid," Brittany murmured in amazement. The light hit the dress in all the right ways. Little specks of light were strewn across the room.
"That," Kurt clapped his hands in delight. "Is exactly the reaction I was looking for. I can only hope the audience feels the same way."
Kurt pushed Brittany into the change room excitedly and took the dress from Santana. Brittany slipped out of the robe and held it out of the curtain in her hand for Kurt to take. The robe was taken, but the brief feeling of lacquered nails against her hand told her that it wasn't Kurt who took it. Santana's hand slipped in through the curtain and held the dress up. Brittany took it from her and began to slide it onto her body.
"What exactly is this interview for?" Brittany asked, directing the question to Kurt.
"It's for Panem to get to know you," Kurt called out.
"More like, for the people of the Capitol to decide whether they like you enough to sponsor you," Santana spoke huskily. She was right outside the change room. Brittany slipped her feet into the intimidating heels that were already in the small room.
"That's why Noah's working the charm," Kurt laughed again. "Brittany, I have to get Puck but your interview starts in ten minutes, okay? Just walk down the hall we came from and turn the opposite way of the elevator. First door on you left. Good luck!"
She heard light footsteps fade away and assumed that Kurt had left the room. She swept the curtain open and held her hair up. Santana gulped visibly and Brittany turned around to reveal her bare back.
"Can you zip it?" Brittany said, biting on her lip.
Santana didn't answer but Brittany soon felt Santana's warm breath at the back of her neck.
"Don't do anything to impress them today," Santana said, still right behind her.
"Why?"
She had just heard Santana say that sponsors were going to be watching. If she didn't impress the sponsors, then they wouldn't send her stuff. Brittany remembered a few years ago how a boy from District Seven survived completely off of food and weapons that his sponsors had sent him. Brittany needed sponsors.
"Just don't okay. I can get you sponsors, so just don't worry about it. Some people aren't very trustworthy."
Brittany wanted to say no. It didn't seem like a good idea, after all. Those people could keep Brittany alive if she impressed them that much.
"Okay," She said instead.
She felt Santana let out a deep breath against her neck and then zip her dress so that it was secure. She turned around and met Santana's gaze. She watched as Santana tried to say something, but no words came out of her mouth. Her eyes kept jumping to Brittany's lips. Santana leaned forward and gently kissed Brittany's cheek. Brittany wanted to just move her head kiss her back, so badly, but Santana pulled away quickly almost like she knew what she was thinking.
"There's really no one else, okay?" Santana whispered, as she tucked a stray hair behind Brittany's ear. "I just really need you to know that."
Brittany nodded, not trusting her voice and left the room, the only sound being the unfamiliar one of her own heels clacking against the floor.
As she walked out of the room, she bumped into a fumbling boy with a dark red afro which contrasted with his pale skin. He was holding a tiny machine up to the door and let out a tiny squeal when he saw Brittany. He started to stutter something, but Brittany just ignored him.
Her mind was plagued with thoughts of Santana. She had never been so confused of anyone in her entire life. Santana had yelled at her earlier that day and then apologized and then kissed her on the cheek. Brittany was tired of Santana's constant switch between moods. Brittany wanted Santana and judging from the last thing Santana said to her, Santana wanted Brittany. It was such a simple concept. If two people want each other and there's nothing stopping them, they should be together.
For a split-second, Brittany thought about giving up on Santana. She had ignored her for years, after all. But something inside of her compelled her not to. It was like a supernatural force from inside her was drawing her toward Santana. She couldn't give up on her.
She walked toward the elevators and saw Puck walking out of a room and shaking the hand of a tall thinning man. Puck waved her over and cocked his head at the door, directing her where to go. Right before she was about to walk into the room, Puck stopped her.
"Hey Brittany," he called out. "Smile for the camera."
Also, I'm really sorry for not updating sooner. I've been doing my semester one exams for the past two weeks so I had a lot of exam review and studying to do. I tried to update the other day, but it wouldn't work and I'm not too sure why. Anyways, thanks for reading and I'd love for you to review.
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Mackie92: Right now, Brittany and Santana haven't really had a chance to just talk. Every time they do, it's pretty heated, whether it be an argument or their kiss. Brittany's reasoning for volunteering comes up in an upcoming chapter in which they have a moment to just talk and be Brittany and Santana without being Tribute and Mentor. Sorry, that I haven't addressed it yet, but I feel like they both have a million and one problems and Santana wouldn't really think about it until she has room to breathe, so to speak.
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