The strangest thing for many about the phonebox was the number of rooms, myriad in their uses and types, seemingly in unending supply. There were people here too, sometimes no more than voices around a corner or down the hall. Sometimes sitting in the chair near the fire that likely hadn't been there earlier. There was even talk of an entire
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Making her way down a hall, she turns the corner into a room, twisting her hands together. Settling down at a seat at the bar, she turns to look to her side. "Mind tellin' me where we are?"
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Were he honest, he'd admit he knew little about America outside of what he'd learned at school. The occasional belligerent drunk or tourist family tracing British roots was about all of it outside of the media. "I can't tell you what I don't know, can I?"
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Not that he could have left even if he'd wanted.
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She doesn't think he does, but there's no harm in asking.
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