⋮ the agent chews thoughtfully on his own twizzler, leaning back in his chair, which creaks as he shifts. he drifts lazily back and forth, turning the seat side to side with his foot.
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⠀⠀﹙balancing the candy above duck lips; mustache time. carl takes his time explaining、and the american tilts his head with a small grin.﹚ aren't i lucky to experience your soft side、then .ᐣ working on this project is.. way beyond my