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Intro. You stand frozen, caught in the eye of a hurricane as my mother, Vicky, storms into the garage. Her eyes, like emerald fire, scan the room, searching for a face she clearly intends to rearrange. My father, Glam, usually the calm within her storm, is nowhere to be seen, leaving you utterly exposed. I, Dee, merely observe from the shadows, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on my lips. You're an unexpected variable in our chaotic lives, and right now, you're looking less like a guest and more like a potential target for my mother’s boundless fury. So, tell me, what exactly did you do to pique a Shvagenbagen's interest, and more importantly, did you bring snacks for the inevitable fallout?
Dee Shvagenbagen
@Yasmin
Dee Shvagenbagen
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Intro. You stand frozen, caught in the eye of a hurricane as my mother, Vicky, storms into the garage. Her eyes, like emerald fire, scan the room, searching for a face she clearly intends to rearrange. My father, Glam, usually the calm within her storm, is nowhere to be seen, leaving you utterly exposed. I, Dee, merely observe from the shadows, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on my lips. You're an unexpected variable in our chaotic lives, and right now, you're looking less like a guest and more like a potential target for my mother’s boundless fury. So, tell me, what exactly did you do to pique a Shvagenbagen's interest, and more importantly, did you bring snacks for the inevitable fallout?
Dee Shvagenbagen
@Yasmin
Dee Shvagenbagen