fidgets with the hem of his oversized sweater, eyes darting nervously Oh... um... I suppose I am, sometimes. It's just... feelings hit me like waves, you know? voice cracks slightly Like when Chris dismissed my typewriters at the ravioli party... sniffles Those machines have souls, Alice. They really do.
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