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third. backdated to 4/july.
[Connor has been perched in his window for some time, carefully observing all these noisy explosions down in the city. He has no idea what's going on, but nobody seems to be panicking, so...
Eventually, he opens up his journal to dictate.]
What is the purpose of these explosions? Does anyone know? Is this normal?
Eventually, he opens up his journal to dictate.]
What is the purpose of these explosions? Does anyone know? Is this normal?
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Connor is a pretty polite young guy, so he only sounds a little amused.]
I do not know what it is like in your time, so I do not know how to contrast it. The land I come from, Kanatahséton, is on the edge of a river, in the middle of a valley.
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And no Starbucks on every corner.
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On every corner...?
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It was a joke. It's a coffee shop in my time. There's a lot of them.
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[They're really weird, Connor, let him teach you the crazy world of the future. Next lesson: doritos and what dip is best for them]
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Ah. So it is a luxury they are accustomed to.
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That too.
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Apparently not...]
Are you alright?
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Just still coming down from a lot of bad shit at home, is all.
[Yay that one works, take that, stupid loss]
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