The constant ringing from her bicycle bell whenever she would bike over, the clinking from our glasses when we go drinking together, the way she’s always smacking into polls when she’s drunk, the ding from the toaster when she prepares toast in the morning after a sleepover, the way she would spam the bell on the table at a restaurant to call the waiter over, aha the waiter would get so pissed at us, because when she started doing it, I would start too...
She’s... Probably dead too, isn’t she?
She’s... Probably dead too, isn’t she?