[And there's the little girl, jolted awake at the edge of the fountain. Not in the familiar church. The clang of blade versus gun outside the door had disappeared too. Where was she? Miss Naoto. Gone. Heine. Gone. Bishop. Gone
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I-I have a lot of bruises and cuts from yesterday...Bandaids all over...Some sting...a-a little...I fell on my back a lot too...n-not so good...I hope everyone didn't have it so bad
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