"You don't talk to me like that," Sophia said as Ciara strongly encouraged her to ruin her dinner appetite and taste the vegan lemon poppyseed dessert, "unless you have a whip!"
Ciara laughed. "I have cigarettes and a delicious cookie, bitch, that's equivalent to a whip."
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a glassblowing alternajournalist, a musical storytelling anarcho-baptist, a capoeira-playing engineer, a renaissance physicist, a scrabble champion math teacher, a neurobiologist philosopher, a filmmaker documenting the deadliest man alive, an international flutist biologist, a journalist animator baker, a hiking biking banjo-strumming math teacher, a singing bilingual editing, a backgammon playing sex therapist, a novel-writing psych nurse guitarthlete, a pensive epistilary collage artist & two cats.