[Her way sounds worse. At least Coraline was always aware of where her own thoughts were. Largely they just weren't there.
She picks herself up and climbs out the window, to test something, and is delighted when the letters reappear on the beaten roof tiles. She traces the curled letters as they appear this time.]
it looks like handwriting. yours is nice, it looks all adult and elegant.
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She picks herself up and climbs out the window, to test something, and is delighted when the letters reappear on the beaten roof tiles. She traces the curled letters as they appear this time.]
it looks like handwriting. yours is nice, it looks all adult and elegant.