...they took her out of the sky, and put her down on a little bitty box. All the white walls, all the people about like ants. They wander about aimlessly, so very, very un-purposed and lost. All from a different place, each and every one. Little feathers floating random
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It does matter.
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I'm also lying..
[strikes are thoughts]
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I don't know you?
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You were here before..Twice.. Or.. like.. someone who called herself River.
Don't remember? Again?
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She isn't anyone's.
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