#harmton💕

[bowyer35]

Petition to call Cobel's car Miracle Whip because it's an absolute miracle she made it all the way to Salt's Neck

[bowyer35]

How did I not notice before NOW?

Say first and last name--it shows effort made

Clever flirting: Men go crazy for it

After making your demands known, hasty exit

Oh, wait... 😭😭🫣💀🫣

[bowyer35]

I can just feel in my bones that Harmony moans, adjusts her outfit, exhales slowly, and mutters, "I wish..." every time she drives past a Hampton Inn sign.

[bowyer35]

Harmony: out /💔/ Hampton: in

"That huff peddler won't bother us anymore, isn't that right? Well? Isn't it?" Sissy Cobel waited for a response as she used her thumb to caress her wooden Kier egg.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned section of a Salt's Neck ether distillery, Hampton was taking his frustration out on the only thing he could--a punching dummy. The distillery always had one available. It was for your resentments. And after Harmony left with his truck, he had a lot of them. In this tag-team match of love-as-a-drug, since Harmony had made her way OUT of Salt's Neck, she had conversely tagged him IN to resume remembering how things used to be. But it wasn't the same. The punching dummy never talked back--well if ether was available, there were moments you were unsure what you were hearing and it made you squint at it.

He just kept punching and punching. Trying to get relief from all his resentments, but the memories of Harmony Cobel on her dead mother's bed made him resent her even more.

"Who am I kidding? I'd man the vat for a 24 hour double shift if it meant seeing her again....and my truck. Isn't that right, punching dummy? Well? Isn't it?" Hampton had unknowingly huffed into his ether handkerchief and began a fit of hysterical laughter as those in line for the punching dummy began grumbling, saying Hampton's turn was over and he was embarrassing himself.

💔🧪⚗️

[bowyer35]