Ha. Ha. Ha.
[Gurgling, air passing haphazard down a moist trachea. A series of strangled gasps morph into pained laughter, soft against the hissing of wind through a traumatised larynx:]
Heh. Heh-
[The camera, activated by accident, is aimed at a perfect dusky sky. There are no buildings nearby, no people, no lights.]
Well.
Isn't. That.
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