He fists his hands into his pants and sighs. It's a lot like letting a lot of hot air out of a balloon; one long, big whoosh. His shoulders slump and he pats Wig's vines.]
You're right. [A struggle for words that aren't calling Diamond a big ninny.] Sorry, Dia. Missy.
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He fists his hands into his pants and sighs. It's a lot like letting a lot of hot air out of a balloon; one long, big whoosh. His shoulders slump and he pats Wig's vines.]
You're right. [A struggle for words that aren't calling Diamond a big ninny.] Sorry, Dia. Missy.