[ Klaasje wraps her lips around the straw and sips, slowly, looking at Yor sidelong. There's something just a little bit wistful at the corner of her eyes, a little bit bruised. ]
She sounds sweet.
[ Like the traces of cherry flavor on her tongue. ]
You have a reason to look after yourself. Not everyone does.
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She sounds sweet.
[ Like the traces of cherry flavor on her tongue. ]
You have a reason to look after yourself. Not everyone does.