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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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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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For me, at least, it has gotten easier with time. Though now more things trouble me.
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You... what do you mean?
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Well, it's pretty fucked right now. I'm pretty sure we're facing the end of it.
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How is that... possible?
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I do not think such a thing happens here...
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