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[ IT'S LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

You might hear a girl singing this. Quietly. But not quietly enough if you are hearing it, I guess.

If you follow the song you will find a boy, who is hiding out in a clearing in a cornfield with his laptop, squinting at the screen and singing. ]

( PICKING UP TOMORROW. )

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[tsundeargodwhy]

[sleepily following that voice!1]

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[ I AM A PRINCESS ]

[tsundeargodwhy]

[I THINK YOU GOT THE GENDERS WRONG, BB]

[but not interrupting]

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[ FINISHES THE SONG.

I AM MAKING THIS FACE AT THE COMPUTER RIGHT NOW. ]

[tsundeargodwhy]

I-that was good.

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Why are you here!!!!

[tsundeargodwhy]

I-I thought I heard you singing-!

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. . . . well. . . . . .

[tsundeargodwhy]

And it-it-was good.

[falsettoned]

. . . it's weird. The music is weird.

[tsundeargodwhy]

What's-weird about it?

[falsettoned]

The . . . just the way it sounds.

[tsundeargodwhy]

How it fits your voice-or . . . ?

[falsettoned]

[ LETS NOT TALK ABOUT MY VOICE. ]

. . . [ sings, very very quietly a few bars of what he'd sing back home. It's in a different key, with a different rhythm, different tones. . . ]

[tsundeargodwhy]

[waiting for him to finish]

That-is different . . .