[Karol hadn't quite rolled out of bed that morning, so he was unaware. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), Karol's had this bad habit of leaving his journal open when he goes to bed. Usually, it does no harm, at least, since the occasion of someone yelling into the journal in the middle of night is admittedly rare.
Hearing the message over the journal, he sleepily peeked over the side of his bed at the open journal, staring at it with a half-eyed expression. Did she say... No school?]
Hearing the message over the journal, he sleepily peeked over the side of his bed at the open journal, staring at it with a half-eyed expression. Did she say... No school?]
No school...? Oh... That's good...
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Not like you go that often anyway, right?
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What are you talking about... I go every day there's school...
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[Jeez.]
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Hunh...? ...'m not Nan. I'm Karol...
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You sure about that?
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...Wait, experiment?
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[It's the quickest way to get this done.]
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...What the fuck. Are these...]
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Looking down now. These are... Nan's clothes!]
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Karol, right? Remember what I said before? Experiment?
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