Maria Angel’s Ticklish Return! (m/f)

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Maria always thinks this time will be different. New day, new math, same bad odds. She tightens up, eyes sharp like she’s got leverage. But desperation leaks out of her in small ways, short breaths, squirms, that look people get when they’re running out of road. She fights it until the truth taps her on the shoulder. Laughter isn’t a choice. It’s the only door left open.