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“I hate seeing you like this,” Molly said to Ava several days later. They were watching the live-action Beauty and the Beast, but not even the perfection that was Emma Watson as Belle had managed to draw Ava from her gloomy thoughts. Molly paused the movie, stopping it just after Gaston showed off his impressive spitting skills in the tavern. “Would it make you feel better if I punched Marcus in his stupid face?” she asked. “Or I could kick him in the balls instead?” Ava forced a smile. “You’re a true friend,” she joked. “But no, I think I just need a bit more time, is all.” A lot more time was more like it, and it didn’t help that the few times she’d seen Marcus around the building, he’d acted like she didn’t even exist. How could he act so unaffected, his cold mask back in place,