Why are you telling me what to do? He didn't even answer my question yet. Chill, Gisele.
(which, given the tense aura looming in this encounter, doesn't particularly sound like an easy feat. he texts as fast as he can with a single hand before his phone is pocketed and the adults have his full attention.)
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(which, given the tense aura looming in this encounter, doesn't particularly sound like an easy feat. he texts as fast as he can with a single hand before his phone is pocketed and the adults have his full attention.)
So? I asked a fucking question.