She knows. She knows exactly what she's talking about and she shrugs again, standing to run the cold water softly over her hand. She's gonna need to get some sort of ointment on it soon, she knows. But for some reason, the idea of leaving the kitchen to search for it makes Rachel so tired. After she resoaks the rag, she slides back down into her seat next to Puck.
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Date: 2012-03-04 11:52 pm (UTC)"I guess. I mean. Yeah. Yes. Still yes."