a clumsy child in pink, he was âthe cotton candy hair something so easy to spot just like his overall petite figure and how much heâd try to reach for the higher shelves of the kitchen, huffs and puffs from those glossy lips of his. he just wanted to get some snacks to eat while writing down his draft, dammit ! â why have... things to be... so high ?! â even with the small stool it wasnât enough ! did he have to resort in climbing the counter ? asking help ? but asking help meant he had to talk to people, right ? â uhnââ â no, there was no real choice on the matter ; awkwardly one hand was risen, small and wide open, trying to call someoneâs attention.
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