( you could kill me, in all of its joking (not-quite-joking) self-pity, is more than likely to get her a look of kicked-puppy concern, true as it is. she's read the network post so many times it's self-inflicted torture, at this point, like reliving a time where you flashed a stranger or tripped over your own feet in front of someone cute, magnified to a thousand.
so, )
please don't talk about food it's like talking about petting puppies to someone who has no hands in which to pet puppies :(
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so, )
please don't talk about food
it's like talking about petting puppies to someone who has no hands in which to pet puppies
:(