and then it hit me: it was π§ππ―ππ« about toneβdeaf tammy. it was always just about π¦π. i was looking for answers in π¬π¨π¦πππ¨ππ² ππ₯π¬π, but. . . π’ had all the answers.
stunned, robinβs hands drop from her face to the table with a heavy thud. βme? a vampire from a *cheap movie?β if the word βoffendedβ was a person, it would be her. a hand clutches at her chest, gasping in disbelief. βam i at least scary?β for dramatic affect, her hands Β»
βgeez, calm down!β her laughter fills the room, spoon resting inside cereal bowl. βit's just a little bit of jam. you look like a vampire from a cheap movie.β
βwhy are yβββoh *crap! is there something on my face? goddamnit, thereβs something on my face, isnβt there? shitβ!β hands hurriedly move up to wipe at facial features, slumping back in chair.
βno can do! thatβd be nice, in theory, butβ¦ nope, not a chance! the world needs me right now,β she responds, words stumbling over themselves enough that it all sounds jumbled together.
setting down the notepad, she does turn her full attention to the other. βif you believe Β»
γ robin, i think you deserve a break from all this crazy stuff. γshe played around with the strap of her handbag.
γ as for me, iβm doing alright. the day hasnβt thrown anything at me. iβm probably gonna jinx myself by saying that. γ