When the Fru/it Mat/ter/s

i pull my own hairs from my shoulder/waiting to stop

waiting to stop

waiting to stop

waiting to stop

she Two in a calculating manner: is the thickness of the peach disturbing you?

(laughing from the front) (laughing from the left)

she One prods with fork: is it a peach? she Two shakes her hair at she One: (tsk tsk tsk)

laughing or am i: it is a peach