[ She breathes the word, staring at the little pin appreciatively for another moment, before decidedly pinning it onto her own lapel. She cranes her neck to look down at it, looking pleased. ]
I wish I could do stuff like that. [ She sighs. The sentiment is wistful, not spiteful. ] All of my changes are just... destructive.
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[ She breathes the word, staring at the little pin appreciatively for another moment, before decidedly pinning it onto her own lapel. She cranes her neck to look down at it, looking pleased. ]
I wish I could do stuff like that. [ She sighs. The sentiment is wistful, not spiteful. ] All of my changes are just... destructive.