What's a sound that you love?

I love telling people no.

What's the sound that you hate?

Your voice.

The sound of your legs when they move.

That clang, like somebody threw some silverware down some stairs.

Clang, bang, clang.

I'm in the great iron door.

I want to marry for money.

You do? Why do you rush a lot?

Since the last two things.

I don't even know who this is anymore.

It's a lot.

The side I can't see here.

She's a tiny, teeny, skinny, miniscule bag of bones with taught muscle stretched over it.

Ready to run long distances.

It's going to be really hard to film today because, of course, when I'm standing, yes, you can see me.

But when I turn, I'm here all alone.

I'm suddenly lonely.

Where is she?

Solar project?

Solar project?

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