"What's dat sayin' ? "Everyt'ing is all fun an' games until someone explodes?" or sumt'ing close ta it?" She did not stutter that time. She seemed just, exhausted. mentally, physically... plus looking like a drowned rat didn't help much. Alisa finally looked up at Nick. "Ah hope he does... ah... ah can' stand to see him hurtin' . It's why ah kept stuff to mahself... why ah always feel guilty for even feelin' happy at times."
She looked to her backpack, sighing as she just let it go and lay on the ground. "Startin' to t'ink dat whiskey is a good t'ing. Wanna share? An' for dem girlie mags... if dey old, why don' you get rid o' dem? Ah mean... you should 'ave no problem sleepin' wit' people. you good lookin', you got yah wits an' charm, an' you ride a bike... dat jus' sounds like "Chick Mega Magnet" ta mah..."
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