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[ofsong]

Writing so that people can see it is strange...isn't this sort of thing meant to be private? I'd rather speak to you all.

[In bigger handwriting:]

KEEP THIS PART PRIVATE!

[Back to her regular writing!]

Did you know? The stars are stairs.
I climbed a hundred stars
Just to wish you goodbye

[Paaaause, then:]

What do you mean I can't keep it

Comments

[ofgreen]

[flustered little inkblot.]

Goodbye? This is Aimo again--

it's still very pretty when you write it [crossed out so as not to imply goodbye doesn't know what she's talking about skjdf]

What I mean is! I hope everyone gets to hear your voice, then. I know they will, because you're... you.

[ofsong]

Mmm...

[hesitant writing because she's not sure why she's asking this]

What about your voice, Aimo?

[ofgreen]

Mine--

[HAVE MORE INKBLOTS]

I get the feeling people liked hearing it, too. Even if I don't know how I was brave enough. But you were in my dream, and helped me, so thank you!

[ofsong]

Dreams

[for a long moment, that's all she writes, before finally she continues]

should be private things, I think. Especially these, that are all we have! But since we were born together, I'll tell you a little of mine: you were there, too. And you were brave enough.

[ofgreen]

They're important to hold on to! But if somebody else here seems really familiar, I want to tell them whatever might help them remember.

added seconds later:

[ofgreen]

Are you sure it was me?!

[ofsong]

Of course it was you. I remember these things. You

[the strikeout is neat, precise]

Do you remember the princess, too?

[ofgreen]

Maybe there were other girls you helped! I just didn't think I was special enough to be in one of yours, somehow. Is that strange?

[sees that strike but does not press the issue!]

... A pretty boy, with long hair. He was with us, wasn't he? You were both standing toge [scratched out and now illegible because sudden uneasy pings]

[ofsong]

He was the princess to you too! Yes. He helped us both.

You're not planning to sing here, then!

[ofgreen]

Yes! I think maybe he was the kind of person who hid how he felt and made faces sometimes but, he was always nice.

Well there-- there weren't any job postings for one.

I could never really stop singing, though!

[ofsong]

If you're going to say things like "I didn't think I was special enough" then of course you can't sing.

[ofsong]

[scrawled hurriedly]

JOB OPENING: SINGER

[ofsong]

I'll get it before you do.

[ofgreen]

But I

That's not what I meant when I!

[scribbled out, too frantically to be unreadable]

...

[ofgreen]

But if you do -- then I'll just need to make my own!

Thank you, Goodbye.

[ofsong]

In that case, we'll compete. I'll look forward to it, Aimo.