[hello, girls. we're camping in the brig while the senior crew brings us pillows and blankets for our stubborn asses. this will not help whatsoever but it's fine? it's fine.]
Oh! It's this juice pouch with a straw you poke through it. Used to be the highlight of every kid's lunchbox. [a beat, and then mumbling to herself:] Wait. Is this why I like that spiked cooler shit...
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