[ Unfortunately for him, it seems acerbic and avoidant boys with a flirtatious dalliance with the trauma of solitude is precisely her type. He checks all the boxes, and she is made more persistent by his rejection as if it's some kind of conditioned response. He makes a poor attempt at a frown and, on cue, she reaches over to pinch his cheek. ]
Getting out alive, I suppose. You, us succeeding. Getting the prizes.
[ She crosses her arms, loose and yet guarded. ]
Well, it was also a bit sad. I guess you know why.
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Getting out alive, I suppose. You, us succeeding. Getting the prizes.
[ She crosses her arms, loose and yet guarded. ]
Well, it was also a bit sad. I guess you know why.