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loganâs brow raised at the loud noise from the table behind him. turning over, he asked, âah, would⌠would chips provide any relief? theyâre kettle corn-flavored.â one of his arms extended to offer the open end of a plastic bag. âwhat, if I may ask, is causing your misery?â
â*.:・. ana eyed the bag of chips that the male offered her. her lips forming a pout. â iâm kind of mad that you offering chips actually did make me feel slightly better. chips cannot be the answer to all problems. â she reached into the bag and pulled out a chip, popping it into her mouth. â this project for school. itâs a short film. i just canât seem to get the editing the way i want. it looks choppy and disgusting. â















