[shit, did he say something stupid? he wasn't implying anything about the Poly Goth Commune (as Alex calls the Meadows crew, about the camp) bringing selective asses into it. he pinks, humming an agreement, and falling into awkward silence again for another couple of moments]
-- Sorry. I'm not as, like, savvy as you guys? With all that stuff.
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-- Sorry. I'm not as, like, savvy as you guys? With all that stuff.
[All That Stuff: source?]
So I never really know what to say...