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[The video is a close up of a girl in a green dress with red and white stockings standing on the very edge of a building. The camera is, presumably, a few feet away. Enough to get more than just her legs and feet. Just up to her shoulders -- until, with little caution, she moves to sit on the ledge, legs dangling over the side.]
I was here before. Just for a bit, I think. Co--Stargirl was here, then. I don't think she's here anymore. We shared an apartment when I was here but I went there and it's gone and all of our stuff is gone and it's empty and I'm not really sure what to do? I mean, I know I can go to the MAC, but I don't really want to? I don't want to go somewhere where I have to be alone. The JSA Brownstone still is a Starbucks and not the Brownstone. I've looked. Like, four times. At least four times.
[The wind, where she's at, is a little strong. Her long red hair whips about and she pulls it away from her face, holding it down over her shoulder. Her profile can now be seen, green eyes and freckles. She's perhaps in her late teens, early 20s.] I'm... actually not really sure what I'm getting at. I'm actually not sure what I'm getting at most of the time, since I talk a lot and repeat things when I get nervous and I'm actually sort of, kind of, really nervous right now. So I-I guess I'll just ask if anyone I know is here? Though I probably don't have to ask, right? They'd see this and find me if they were here, wouldn't they? So it was redundant. So. [The frame seems to be zooming in, but it's actually the camera being brought to her by a gust of wind. Eventually, it gives a close-up of her freckly face and then, it goes black.]
I was here before. Just for a bit, I think. Co--Stargirl was here, then. I don't think she's here anymore. We shared an apartment when I was here but I went there and it's gone and all of our stuff is gone and it's empty and I'm not really sure what to do? I mean, I know I can go to the MAC, but I don't really want to? I don't want to go somewhere where I have to be alone. The JSA Brownstone still is a Starbucks and not the Brownstone. I've looked. Like, four times. At least four times.
[The wind, where she's at, is a little strong. Her long red hair whips about and she pulls it away from her face, holding it down over her shoulder. Her profile can now be seen, green eyes and freckles. She's perhaps in her late teens, early 20s.] I'm... actually not really sure what I'm getting at. I'm actually not sure what I'm getting at most of the time, since I talk a lot and repeat things when I get nervous and I'm actually sort of, kind of, really nervous right now. So I-I guess I'll just ask if anyone I know is here? Though I probably don't have to ask, right? They'd see this and find me if they were here, wouldn't they? So it was redundant. So. [The frame seems to be zooming in, but it's actually the camera being brought to her by a gust of wind. Eventually, it gives a close-up of her freckly face and then, it goes black.]