Me neither.
You grin at her weakly. She continues, saying: "I think they'll
all be prisms. Prisms and prunes. Perfect little girls. Us, we'll
stick together, right?"
What do you say?
"Who would? I don't want to either." you say. She smiles at
you and says: "Good. You aren't a loser like I thought you were.
Let's stick together, Huh?"
