“Too much?” Holtzmann asks, flattening her tone, but she grins lopsidedly, as if she isn’t too concerned about the answer. She settles in for it like someone who’s used to being ‘too much’ for people, standing loose and casual to soften the impact of a rejection and more easily segue into the next even stranger thing, all jazz hands and waggling eyebrows and good I’m glad you’re scared of weird, queer little me, that’s obviously what I wanted all along.

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