[It's a sweet notion, and one that Farrah doesn't not quite know how to cope with. She's always been the outsider-- the loser, the one no one gets. So she became the one with a party-- the girl who wasn't aware of anything, except for fun. So, she just keeps petting Ruddiger, occupying herself with that.]
Yeah? You think? Well-- same. I'm older, after all. [...According to him. For now.] You can rely on me.
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Yeah? You think? Well-- same. I'm older, after all. [...According to him. For now.] You can rely on me.