[Heaving a bitter sigh, Heather looks away. She's not sure she can stand looking at that smile for one second longer without just wanting to rip it off Vincent's face and choking him with it.]
[Instead, she swipes viciously at the dampness still coating her brow and neck. The relentless assault she'd perpetuated on that poor punching bag in there HAD tired her out, but somehow with the news of Claudia's disappearance...]
... She thought Sunny was an angel.
[... It's a random-ass remark that she knows Vincent won't understand, but she doesn't care.]
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[Heaving a bitter sigh, Heather looks away. She's not sure she can stand looking at that smile for one second longer without just wanting to rip it off Vincent's face and choking him with it.]
[Instead, she swipes viciously at the dampness still coating her brow and neck. The relentless assault she'd perpetuated on that poor punching bag in there HAD tired her out, but somehow with the news of Claudia's disappearance...]
... She thought Sunny was an angel.
[... It's a random-ass remark that she knows Vincent won't understand, but she doesn't care.]