--so pretty. It's so clear and white and it stretches forever, like it's covering up the blemishes of the world. It's still pure like it's supposed to be.
Like we always wished we could be.
[There's a long pause and the sound of footsteps crunching along the snow.]It's silly of me to talk to a toy, isn't it? I suppose it is. ...but I do miss
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