[She echoes the word like a secret, because it is — the kind that comes with a wink and a nudge and two people who know better and neither one of them inclined to spill the secret resonating between them.]
Hey, don't let me crush your guitar, okay? I'd feel bad if it got jacked up under the crushing weight of my beefy body.
[She is a soggy spaghetti noodle at best, what even is this.]
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[She echoes the word like a secret, because it is — the kind that comes with a wink and a nudge and two people who know better and neither one of them inclined to spill the secret resonating between them.]
Hey, don't let me crush your guitar, okay? I'd feel bad if it got jacked up under the crushing weight of my beefy body.
[She is a soggy spaghetti noodle at best, what even is this.]