[Wow. Dude, he's a teenage boy and this is gross by his standards.
Wally picks gingerly through her room -there's no way she's got someone looking after her, not with a room like this- and bends over to look at her drawing.]
That's her, huh? [Blonde and blue-eyed, he thinks; it's kind of dark in here.] She looks a lot like you. [wally that's a stick drawing]
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Wally picks gingerly through her room -there's no way she's got someone looking after her, not with a room like this- and bends over to look at her drawing.]
That's her, huh? [Blonde and blue-eyed, he thinks; it's kind of dark in here.] She looks a lot like you. [wally that's a stick drawing]