𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝚌𝚢𝚊𝚗
𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊
𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠
* ( She walks over, leaning against the desk. )
Y'wanna tell ol' Printra about it, baby?
* ( She walks over, leaning against the desk. )
Y'wanna tell ol' Printra about it, baby?
That right? I was thinkin' you might be, seein' as y'left so quick. How are ya, darlin'?
That right? I was thinkin' you might be, seein' as y'left so quick. How are ya, darlin'?
It's just me, hun. Printra.
It's just me, hun. Printra.
* ( Twirling a paper curl around her finger. )
* ( Twirling a paper curl around her finger. )
* ( Girl )
* ( Girl )
* ( Her expression softens. Well, she has a very sharp face, generally, but you get the idea. )
. . . Y'don't need him, baby. You can do better.
* ( Her expression softens. Well, she has a very sharp face, generally, but you get the idea. )
. . . Y'don't need him, baby. You can do better.
* ( A hand reaches out to rub her arm soothingly. )
What's he doin' fer you that nobody else can, exactly?
* ( A hand reaches out to rub her arm soothingly. )
What's he doin' fer you that nobody else can, exactly?
Listen, sugar. There's waaaayyyy better fish in th' sea. Ones that don't taste like a load'a crap an' give ya food poisoning.
Listen, sugar. There's waaaayyyy better fish in th' sea. Ones that don't taste like a load'a crap an' give ya food poisoning.