It's not a long, lingering feeling. It's not slow trickles of shimmering twin waterfalls.
It's an intake of breath. Like a dinosaur giving birth. "Errrugh"
Then pour.
Outburst.
Like a rice bag splitting at seams, except instead of delicious grains it's salty droplets.
Sobbing. Like a toddler. "Bou bwah"
WHY THE HELL IS SKINS SO SAD
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE CRAZY
NO COOK
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