cookie, lose the corset. it's doing a disservice, for real.
i hope i spelled that right. i'm so drunk right now i don't know how i made it from the smoking area of my porch to the computer.
noelle has latched onto bobby's arm and won't let go for several minutes, and he's trying to yank his arm free...
bobby: ow, you're hurting me. you're giving me an indian burn.
noelle: that's because you're struggling. |
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