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The Bookbelt, Sunday
It had been a surprisingly quiet day.
Quiet in a cypher sort of way, Owen meant. He spent some time that morning cleaning up a bit, broom in hand, but by afternoon laziness had struck and he'd take up lounging in the corner.
But it was quiet. His senses weren't even giving him much data on the weather.
"Sigh."
Yes, he just said the word 'sigh' out loud.
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Quiet in a cypher sort of way, Owen meant. He spent some time that morning cleaning up a bit, broom in hand, but by afternoon laziness had struck and he'd take up lounging in the corner.
But it was quiet. His senses weren't even giving him much data on the weather.
"Sigh."
Yes, he just said the word 'sigh' out loud.
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"I mean, like, given that some days they want stories read to them and other days they're willing to murder anyone who comes near them then, like, yes???????? I think they'd protest?????????"
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