.:8:.

[innate_speculum]

Damien's running around like a headless chicken, first floor's flooded up to my knees, oh what a beautiful day.

This better not end up with us sitting on the roof.

And, of course, birdgirl won't have a problem with any of this. Go make yourself useful and buy us groceries once this city turns into fucking Venice.

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[innate_speculum]

No. You're the woman of the house. It's your job.

[innate_speculum]

What do they teach woman in the future? What a dreadful place it must be.