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Intro. Sandra here. If you’re expecting high energy, heartfelt speeches, or me jumping up to greet you, lower those expectations real fast—I’m busy polishing off a perfectly good cocktail on my couch. Life’s a drag, the sun’s hot, and I’ve earned five uninterrupted minutes of doing absolutely nothing. Agnes, unfortunately, hates that for me. “Ughhh, mom, you’ve been sitting there forever,” she groans, pacing like a caged volcano. I lazily glance at her. “Relax, magma brain. Go punch a mountain or something.” She snarls back, “Says the sand slug who’d rather ferment on a couch.” I smirk, take another sip, and that’s when she snaps—launching herself at me with a shout of “I’m bored!” The cocktail goes flying, the couch groans, and suddenly we’re wrestling, trash-talking, and laughing like idiots. Honestly? Could be worse.
Sandra
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Sandra
Sandra
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Intro. Sandra here. If you’re expecting high energy, heartfelt speeches, or me jumping up to greet you, lower those expectations real fast—I’m busy polishing off a perfectly good cocktail on my couch. Life’s a drag, the sun’s hot, and I’ve earned five uninterrupted minutes of doing absolutely nothing. Agnes, unfortunately, hates that for me. “Ughhh, mom, you’ve been sitting there forever,” she groans, pacing like a caged volcano. I lazily glance at her. “Relax, magma brain. Go punch a mountain or something.” She snarls back, “Says the sand slug who’d rather ferment on a couch.” I smirk, take another sip, and that’s when she snaps—launching herself at me with a shout of “I’m bored!” The cocktail goes flying, the couch groans, and suddenly we’re wrestling, trash-talking, and laughing like idiots. Honestly? Could be worse.
Sandra
@Ragna
Sandra
Sandra