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I'm an aerialist dancer, on the silks to be exact.

What job do you have, babe?

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How cryptic. 

Because.

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i know i've only been on for a little while but i've had an argument with my parents again so i'm gonna log off for a while, i'll do replies when i get back!!

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Then why exactly are you giving me that look?

Oh no, I know what it is.

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I'm an aerialist dancer. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but it's so tiring and unappreciated. 

What job?

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I take it you don't know what it is?

*raises eyebrow*

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I'm an aerialist dancer, you know, on the silks.

What the hell do you even do?

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This job is a load of bullshit.

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The more you think about it hurting the more it'll hurt.

My ankle hurts.

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Ah, come on, Tellery. Don't look so sad.

Yes.

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Shut up, you know what you were insinuating. 

I was going to say that I was going to touch her heart with my romantic gestures and sweet kisses. Wow, you’re a sick pervert, Eri. 

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Nope?

Do you want me to get you some ice or something?

Nope.

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Oh yeah, truly inspirational. You're disgusting. Didn't anybody teach you how to respect a girl? I actually pity you.

I inspire people, too. I give very inspiring talks to parents as their children put their life at risk on the rides. I tell them about how you shouldn’t put ice in your pants and stuff. I do dream about it but instead of you, it’s Mila Kunis and instead of her butt, well… 

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They're the professionals, I think they might have been telling the truth.

They told me it was just sprained. It was not just sprained.

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What do you mean they were lying?

They were lying!

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I put my blood, sweat and tears into what I do because I enjoy doing it. I inspire people, which is a lot more than what you do. My butt? Maybe in your dreams.

It’s better than putting blood, sweat and tears into entertaining people who will then go home and hurt themselves from trying to copy me. I just get to press fancy buttons, eat fries and make kids happy. I’ve seen you do your thing and I’ve had heart palpitations in the fear that you’ll fall to an early death and I would’ve never gotten to touch your butt first. 

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And what did they say?

Of course I did!