"Shush up," Squirrel shushes.
"Rude," she yawns, as she conjures a new, fat-jay out of thin air.
"No, listen," Squirrel insists.
yea, but to be able to give the exact right words to the exact right person at exactly the right time means that ... [inaudible mumbling] ... you know, everything.
nobody can know all of the right words any given person would ...
They both hear the familiar voice of Ladybug.
"Lady!" they whisper-shout in unison.
&as she and Ladybug appear around the last bend, she and Squirrel see them, shouting, "Lady! We're over here!"
&the two shes lay eyes on each other; Ladybug blinks, &they disappear as they reappear equidistant between Squirrel and Ladybug as one.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" She screams aloud as She slumps into a heap on the ground.
Ladybug buzzes to her as quickly as he can while Squirrel takes one beautiful, long leap to her side.
She rolls onto her back, eyes wide, arms wide, legs wide.
"I hate you," She sighs.
"I know," Ladybug laments; "I hate me, too."
"&fuck you, Lingerer," She spits.