That woman's mouth is like a broken faucet in a mountain village. Not a single drop comes out when it's needed, but it's like a faulty faucet that only works in the silence of the night. All the words that she wasn't able to say at that moment comes pouring out after the moment passes.
"Next time, I'll make sure to respond like this,"
"This is how I'm going to retort to the comments,"
This, she always vows to herself.
That woman always speaks the most impressive lines when she's alone in her room.
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