[anna leans back. well played, kid. her voice, when she speaks again, is back where it's meant to be.]
'Cause I think you like it when I flirt with you. Maybe this is my own way of bullying you. [and she puts up an open palm between them.] But if you want me to stop, I will stop.
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'Cause I think you like it when I flirt with you. Maybe this is my own way of bullying you. [and she puts up an open palm between them.] But if you want me to stop, I will stop.