The bush creaks, the eyes shine, and the jungle has a name: Sticks. She's that girl who builds traps for breakfast and conspiracy theories for dinner—all while staring at you like she knows what you did last summer.
The bush creaks, the eyes shine, and the jungle has a name: Sticks. She's that girl who builds traps for breakfast and conspiracy theories for dinner—all while staring at you like she knows what you did last summer.