She squeezes his fingers at his confession, her mouth a wry, sympathetic line. "I don't know that it's the word that bothers me so much, or just the way people always said it. Like I was somethin' to be afraid of, or like I was riflin' through their thoughts like... like somebody goin' through their underwear drawer."
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She squeezes his fingers at his confession, her mouth a wry, sympathetic line. "I don't know that it's the word that bothers me so much, or just the way people always said it. Like I was somethin' to be afraid of, or like I was riflin' through their thoughts like... like somebody goin' through their underwear drawer."