My body’s producing what? [Finn stops making his snow angel, propping himself on his elbows to look up at this new face. It was a strange, melancholic thing to say…or maybe cynical? Jake would call it zen. Finn wasn’t sure what to make of the explanation, only that he didn’t know what half of it meant, and the other half felt perplexingly…casual.
Or maybe he was onto something.]
Okay, but if it’s just biology…what does that matter? It feels the same, right?
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My body’s producing what? [Finn stops making his snow angel, propping himself on his elbows to look up at this new face. It was a strange, melancholic thing to say…or maybe cynical? Jake would call it zen. Finn wasn’t sure what to make of the explanation, only that he didn’t know what half of it meant, and the other half felt perplexingly…casual.
Or maybe he was onto something.]
Okay, but if it’s just biology…what does that matter? It feels the same, right?