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A blue ponytail is bobbing up and down behind a colourful pamphlet. It's a normal, non-lol'd Botan. No crazy boobage today, sorry to say. However, she is singing a bit as she walks, which is a bit odd.
"Nobody knows who I really am
I never felt this empty before
And if I ever need someone to come along,
Who's gonna comfort me, and keep me strong?
We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on coming and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day"
She soon realizes where she is, then stops abruptly, a bit embarassed. Casting one last look at the paper in her hand, she gulps. "How dedicated are you to what you start? Do you stick with it, or obsess over it until you burn yourself out and move on?"
"And, erm, how do you get a song out of your head?"
((Sleep is needed.))
"Nobody knows who I really am
I never felt this empty before
And if I ever need someone to come along,
Who's gonna comfort me, and keep me strong?
We are all rowing the boat of fate
The waves keep on coming and we can't escape
But if we ever get lost on our way
The waves would guide you through another day"
She soon realizes where she is, then stops abruptly, a bit embarassed. Casting one last look at the paper in her hand, she gulps. "How dedicated are you to what you start? Do you stick with it, or obsess over it until you burn yourself out and move on?"
"And, erm, how do you get a song out of your head?"
((Sleep is needed.))