This is from my memory. Do not quote me on this. It might not be exactly what was said. It's a recount of one of our many odd conversations when walking from our lockers to Parer Street.
Isabel: You're as innocent as a tissue.
Me: Pfffsh. Tissues aren't innocent. They get blown on. (thinking of when people sneeze)
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Me: AOJFSOPFJOPDGIPODGJPDJGPAOSDKFF. POOF. OMGSH. I did not mean it that way.
-mixture of laughter and disbelief between the two of us-
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