[Yeah, sorry April, he's officially derailed for a minute. He scoots back from the edge, one hand pressed tightly over his mouth. Breathe. Breathe deep. It's just a nightmare, like she said.]
That... was in his? Or yours? Why?
[He doesn't understand. Will context help? Who knows, but he'd really like some more.]
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That... was in his? Or yours? Why?
[He doesn't understand. Will context help? Who knows, but he'd really like some more.]