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The woman walking into the bar today still has the remains of eyeliner and glitter around her eyes, but the clothes themselves are a perfectly ordinary set of shorts and fitted t-shirt.

If anyone asks, Nadine was at a party last night. And, because she can, Natasha is going to make sure that party was way, way more fun than 'Tanya's' waitressing shift.

Mostly, though, she's going to claim a couch, slip off her tennis shoes, and curl her feet up, just because she can.

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"I do not mind that other people like it."

In case she was wondering.

X is just --

It is not the kind of busy-ness that helps her. Of course, she has no idea how to explain that.

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"Good."

Then,

"Some people do. It's...irritating. But as I said, reading isn't for everyone. We're not..." she smiles, mostly to herself, "all the same, after all. And it...sometimes, I find that it can be like work, so I'm not doing nothing, but it's just for fun. So there's no pressure."

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Something eases in the set of X's shoulders.

"Little League is like that. For me."

Beat.

"Coaching."

It is serious to the children, and it is serious to X, but it is not life and death.

Important but not vital. It is -- good.

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"It's...good to have something else. That's not your job, or the fate of the world resting on your shoulders. "

Then she huffs a laugh.

"I admire people who can couch. I don't have the right kind of patience."

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"I like teaching," X acknowledges. "It -- helps."

Helps is actually the right word, here.

"Me. Too."