My therapist keeps telling me to quit, but it's not as easy as it looks.

[ Or, in the common vernacular, "Yes." Natasha doesn't make much easy or straightforward, but she doesn't mince her intentions at least, following him at a comfortable pace with her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. Like this, she looks like she might as well be strolling a pier for all the emotion she affords the scene. ]

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