#i changed the timeline of this thread and its after rehab xx

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              her fingers itched,  actually,  her whole body itched.  the chip that was within her jean pocket was pressing red hot against her,  reminding her of achievements as the stress of being across from diane made the previously quiet part of her brain begin screaming for a little something to take the edge off.   “   well there’s  —  a lot of options you can pick from.  are you good with plants?   ”   words are either quick in pace or stuttered,  nerves falling over her like a warm blanket.

"yes-" diane nodded but her brow furrowed. "i just need something to make my bedroom windowsill look a little less bare but i'm not quite sure what type i want to choose." the woman sighed - picking out flowers weren't really her thing but perhaps they should have been as she loved getting them and displaying them.