Broken Boulder Allow Me To Mansplain "Puns" To You, Since Hillary Clinton Didn't

brilliance leans into the touch and takes a deep breath. her pale blue eyes stare at the ground and she wishes to fall apart and absorb into the dirt. she can stay here with delight, always, and not worry about anything else. because she will be dirt.
 
her little, but oversized head shakes and ears flop, looking up when he admits he misses her too. “i guess,” she tells him with a little shrug, lowering to her rump and leaning into his shoulder. “it’s stupid she left.”