[Oop, hey--he shrinks back a little when she puts her arm around him, unwinds it from his back with a mildly concerned “careful”.] It’s not me, it’s the fucking tundra. Humans not genetically programmed, not just me. Mama, you wanna go inside. You like this shit?
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mildlyconcerned “careful”.] It’s not me, it’s the fucking tundra. Humans not genetically programmed, not just me. Mama, you wanna go inside. You like this shit?