[She starts a bit at the touch, and perhaps even narrows her eyes a fraction. Eleven has learned about hugs, but Stone is still a stranger. Still, despite tensing up a little, she can't quite help but lean into the touch a little bit and think of Joyce, of Hopper. They give good hugs.
She misses all of them so much more than she can put into words.]
Crap.
[She tries the word on for size. Likes the way the p pops on her lips.]
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She misses all of them so much more than she can put into words.]
Crap.
[She tries the word on for size. Likes the way the p pops on her lips.]
Yes. It's very crap.