[ ALRIGHT. COOL. This is the day he's going to die. Dear Mother in heaven, your son will be joining you soon...
He slides in behind Nana— whips out his phone and takes a quick selfie of the two of them because HE'S GOING TO DIE, IT DOESN'T MATTER, LET HIM HAVE THIS— and then hugs Nana from behind, loosely with one arm so he doesn't squeeze the breath out of her. Not yet. ]
Alright, I'll push off at the count of three. One—
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He slides in behind Nana— whips out his phone and takes a quick selfie of the two of them because HE'S GOING TO DIE, IT DOESN'T MATTER, LET HIM HAVE THIS— and then hugs Nana from behind, loosely with one arm so he doesn't squeeze the breath out of her. Not yet. ]
Alright, I'll push off at the count of three. One—
two—
three—--!