[ Everybody getting a little blood on their art is the opposite of unique and he knows that!! She puffs up her cheeks and twists her wrists out of his grip, going ahead and stomping on his foot if he can't take the hint to let go. ]
They're the ones that do it, not me. I wouldn't know how to make it stop.
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They're the ones that do it, not me. I wouldn't know how to make it stop.