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           Rebecca doesn’t like pointing fingers, but the fact is, Eliza is known to have a quick hand, one that gathers things she LIKES — which might just be anything. All grown up unlike the other, Becky has to crouch to tend to the girl, arms crossed upon her lap. She’d be angry if she was one hundred percent sure, but she isn’t. Already it’s difficult keeping her composure, her voice thin and strained despite herself. ❝D-Did you t-tuh-hake my last marble, Eliza?❞ The only one she has LEFT. All the others have gone. Lost. This one looks like it was created from the last remnants of a galaxy — was always Becky’s favorite. Without it, she feels beyond lost to the afterworld, as though she cannot keep a grasp on proper reality; like she’s buried in sand, unable to move her limbs without further entrenching herself. Without it, she has to count her teeth. Without it, there’s not much left of her sanity.

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     She’s caught.

Well, technically she’s caught.

Eliza had never MEANT to keep the marble for such a long time, she’d only wanted to look at it, nothing more. It was just so  BEAUTIFUL , full of little spirals that looked like constellastions, as though its maker had grabbed the stars right out of the sky above and crammed them into the little glass sphere. It reminded her of the stars she’d see from her backyard, the ones her  father  used to show her, late at night when all the lights were off so the view was clearest.

She’d only wanted to  look  at it.
But then there was a voice from outside, and in a flash the object had fallen into her back pocket. Eliza was going to put it back, but then Becky had found it missing, and turned to her.
Becky looked mad.
She should return it now, that was the right thing to do. That’s what  m a m a  would want her to do.

But mama isn’t here now. And besides, Becky is nice, but Becky also likes to rip off people’s faces. If she found out Eliza took the marble, she’d probably try to rip her face off too.
She’ll put it back tomorrow.
So instead, the child gives her an expressionless look, shrugging her shoulders with a blameless gaze.

           No.