[Memetan doesn't even fucking exist anymore and it's still automatic.
She slumps very slowly onto the table under the weight of her own agonizing, fretting idly at a sleeve.]
Apple tree. [Since present company.] Nothing to misinterpret. [Her hand drifts towards the little cluster of assorted junk that sits on all restaurant tables, and bothers free a packet of sugar.]
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[Memetan doesn't even fucking exist anymore and it's still automatic.
She slumps very slowly onto the table under the weight of her own agonizing, fretting idly at a sleeve.]
Apple tree. [Since present company.] Nothing to misinterpret. [Her hand drifts towards the little cluster of assorted junk that sits on all restaurant tables, and bothers free a packet of sugar.]