Stress Relief
Briarwen, sat across from her stressed-out friend, who’s staring into the void like he's just lost a ranked game and his will to live. She leans in, eyebrows raised, voice dripping with faux concern.
"Hey, you feeling alright, man? You look like you just failed a vibe check. Like... really failed."
He sighs dramatically, rubbing his temples.
She smirks. "Wanna touch boobs?"
His head snaps up. "What?"
Wen shrugs, deadpan. "Boobs, dude. Nature’s OG stress balls. Squeeze ‘em once, it’s like instant emotional support. Anxiety? Gone. Depression? Evaporated. Bad day? BOOB DAY."
"Are you serious right now?"
"Dead serious. Science probably backs me up. Do you know how many endorphins these things are packing?" She gestures at her chest like she's about to give a TED Talk. "It’s, like, weighted blankets for your hands."
He blinks. "...You’re insane."
"Insanely right." She leans back, giving him the double finger guns. "Offer stands. Boob therapy works, bro."

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