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02 || River Tam || Day 55
The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.
An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.
They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.
[ River sounds exhausted. ]
The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.
An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.
They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.
[ River sounds exhausted. ]
The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.
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[ That'll give her new and old perspective, right? A balance. ]
Can get. Have been. Difference.
Maybe. Maybe not.
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[She might have to keep an eye out for these people who could hopefully put some of this into perspective for her.]
Can I vote for maybe? Push it a little further into the positive.
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Control is fought for, and she's tired today.
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Stop. An effort, gallant brightly shining, was made.
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