THINK OF HOME

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You take a big breath.

"Don't make this about me!"

"I make a valuable product that any visitor of the Wood can appreciate. The problem here is how
you don't seem to be like any other visitor!"

"Well, for starters, you haven't even stopped smiling!"

You remember regarding her eyes earlier. She hasn't even blinked, since then, either...

"There's nothing proper to smile about. We're here until we're not. It's sentence,
you serve it, you're gone. You don't enjoy it."

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Click.

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Click.

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Click.

and how long will it be?