Her mouth is like a broken faucet in a mountain village.
When it’s needed, no one comes out, and in the middle of a silent night it flows on its own.
In that moment, all the words she could not speak come pouring out belatedly.
She vows, Next time, I should answer like this, I should make this retort.
That girl speaks the most impressive lines when she’s alone.
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