*Sitting on a bench out on a porch, watching the rain fall, a certain seamstress is deep in thought. Her eyes are looking out into this thin patch of clouds, where there's a small glimmer of stars whining through the gray. Suddenly, her phone jingles, and she absent-mindedly picks it up and looks at it
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...yeah. I guess I didn't think I would be so far away from everything I've known for such a long time, you know?
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I can't say it's exactly the same... but I didn't expect to be here so long either.
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How long have you been here, Rakan? Longer then me?
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Where are you from?
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*have a boy sidling over to lean on one of the porch's posts*
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..and some people say that when you're here, time - it stops. Like a broken clock. Back home. So maybe it does.
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...well, it has been a year for me.
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*looking down at carefully*
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*small short small short small...* ...diminished?
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