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She kept playing...

But with every note, every string she strummed, she could feel the pain inside her growing worse, like knives buried in her flesh and ripping her apart.  It even showed in her music.

She knew.  She knew she was standing there, but Liz didn't pay her any mind.  Her guitar was her main focus it seemed.  And...it wasn't because she hated Jen.  Liz just didn't want her seeing her face.