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[countingthunder]

Had a sister once. Older, more your world than your parents. She used to kiss your hurts better, one feather-light to the corner of your mouth and it always worked. For her own, she liked to play with razerblades, said it helped with the pain. You tried it once, but couldn't understand

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[crawling_what]

[ Lounging around outside of Midgard on its back. ]

They all treat you the s~a~M~E~

[countingthunder]

*momentarily unfazed*

Same differs enough from her perspective.

[crawling_what]

You're SpeCia|_

[countingthunder]

Nothing to see here.

[crawling_what]

Rhy~meS with Rhymer.

[countingthunder]

She doesn't want to play.

[crawling_what]

I do NoT

Play

[countingthunder]

Do here.

[crawling_what]

Nowhere

[countingthunder]

Defensive. Doesn't lend credulity.

[crawling_what]

I speAk only iN
truths.

[countingthunder]

Subjective.

[crawling_what]

[ Rollins off its back, then back again. Kicks at her with its paws ]

InventeD it.

[countingthunder]

Then you should know better.

[crawling_what]

[ Laughs, yip, yip, yipping ]

cle~ver

[countingthunder]

*bows, and walks away*