[At first there's no answer. J doesn't want to tell him, or anyone, why she did it and what she had hoped to gain from it. The guilt that has been eating her from the inside hasn't gone anywhere and now there was only more self-loath and disgust added to the mix.
She bends her legs, presses her body forward and rests her head against knees.]
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She bends her legs, presses her body forward and rests her head against knees.]
What does it matter? What's done is done.