Look, the water bottle couldn't help it. She, well, just had this *thing* for him, for, like, *ever*, you know? I mean, it started sort of as hero worship, 'cause he was brainy and stuff but he was cool, and *he'd* understand. Plus, I mean, how cool would it be to know him? Or like, *be* him, right? But, then, well...certain...other... aspects were attractive too, y'know? But, well, it was never gonna happen. She'd never meet him. Then, well, fast forward years later, right? And THERE SHE WAS, and THERE HE WAS, and like, she couldn't HELP it, okay??? So she FLOATED. Well, SHE HAD A DAMN GOOD TIME FLOATING. So there.
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Hmmm....
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I mean, it started sort of as hero worship, 'cause he was brainy and stuff but he was cool, and *he'd* understand. Plus, I mean, how cool would it be to know him? Or like, *be* him, right? But, then, well...certain...other... aspects were attractive too, y'know? But, well, it was never gonna happen. She'd never meet him. Then, well, fast forward years later, right? And THERE SHE WAS, and THERE HE WAS, and like, she couldn't HELP it, okay??? So she FLOATED. Well, SHE HAD A DAMN GOOD TIME FLOATING. So there.
*Grin*
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