It's something akin to telepathy. You must feel it at times.
The same feeling you get when you are commiserating with the elderly. You can't really bother them, it wouldn't feel hearty. \\\
"Ah dream on!" She had to shout.
"What?" Cless detached.
"You think you're just so smooth, huh? Get the fuck out!"
"Wait, wait, so this isn't the move?"
The door slammed itself on exit.
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