Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Moss didn't take her joke very well, and Reverie realized then that she'd gotten a little too used to — a certain amount of lenience in the way others responded to her. She'd forgotten, however briefly, that she wasn't normal. Her ears turned hot and she looked away, to the creek, struck suddenly by the urge to cry. She barely heard what Moss was saying, but it definitely didn't make her feel any better.
Learn in a pond. In summer. Reverie didn't know what to say to that. Moss spoke as if Reverie was a child, as if she was — stupid! Maybe she was! She stared into the creek and muttered, Okay. Her voice was entirely neutral, lacking in any tone at all because she couldn't stand the thought of Moss seeing her cry again.