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'S alright, baby. Sometimes it helps just havin' somebody t' listen, don't'cha think?
November 29, 2025 at 3:26 AM
. . .

* ( She walks over, leaning against the desk. )

Y'wanna tell ol' Printra about it, baby?
November 29, 2025 at 3:07 AM
] my vote's on samael frankly .
November 29, 2025 at 3:00 AM
* ( She pokes her head in, and then slips into the room smoothly, like sliding a sheet of paper through the gap. )

That right? I was thinkin' you might be, seein' as y'left so quick. How are ya, darlin'?
November 29, 2025 at 2:59 AM
* ( She wants to check in. . . The abrupt cutoff earlier had made her a little worried. )

It's just me, hun. Printra.
November 29, 2025 at 2:52 AM
] true ......... ☝️
November 29, 2025 at 2:45 AM
* ( The gentle rhythmic tapping of sharp fingernails on the door. )
November 29, 2025 at 2:45 AM
] Whgatdoes that mean .
November 29, 2025 at 2:43 AM
] i didn't even realize until after i sent the reply and then i was like waaauiitt. perfect.
November 29, 2025 at 2:40 AM
Hehehah! Well, it fades with age, but I'm still kickin'!

* ( Twirling a paper curl around her finger. )
November 29, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Uh-huh. Yeah, I'll bet it does.
November 29, 2025 at 2:35 AM
. . . Alright. Take care, hun.
November 29, 2025 at 2:32 AM
You are a real cutie, though, if y'don't mind me sayin' so.

* ( Girl )
November 29, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Sugar. Long as you got time left, you got th' chance ta set things right.
November 29, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Aw, sorry. It does that when I get th' urge t' commit a felony.
November 29, 2025 at 2:28 AM
. . .

* ( 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.
November 29, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Hehahah! Sorry, baby, I call everybody just about everythin'.
November 29, 2025 at 2:23 AM
What makes 'im so special, really? I mean, me, I ain't seein' nothin'.
November 29, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Oh, sweetheart, I've heard worse, don't you worry 'bout me.
November 29, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Listen, baby, breathe. Yer alright.

* ( A hand reaches out to rub her arm soothingly. )

What's he doin' fer you that nobody else can, exactly?
November 29, 2025 at 2:17 AM
. . . Aw, hey.

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.
November 29, 2025 at 2:11 AM
[ Giving him the kind of disgusted rich woman expression like. I don't know how to describe it. Just one side of her lip raised and one eyebrow arched i hope this makes fucking sense ]
November 29, 2025 at 2:09 AM