I'm...not sure anyone ought to be used to it, no matter how long? But. I mean--you're the zillion-year old one; I'm just seventeen. [she shrugs, mouth tugging on one side.]
But. Don't worry? At least, in the telling-me regard, since...I'm not going to go around blabbing your business. That's rude.
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But. Don't worry? At least, in the telling-me regard, since...I'm not going to go around blabbing your business. That's rude.