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[Matt's playing with computer innards when he hears what sounds like hail against the windows and goes to investigate.
It's not hail. It's a pastel rainstorm, bouncing off the gutters, collecting in the street below. Matt opens his window, plucks one of the pieces from the sill, and eyes it dubiously. It's a candy heart.]
What the actual fuck, Template?
It's not hail. It's a pastel rainstorm, bouncing off the gutters, collecting in the street below. Matt opens his window, plucks one of the pieces from the sill, and eyes it dubiously. It's a candy heart.]
What the actual fuck, Template?