[ So waking up as one of your favorite things in the world is...not as awesome as one might think it would be.
Go figure. And it takes unbelievable effort to actually get anywhere, which more or less equates to a bag of potato chips hopping around in the living room all morning, because he's not entirely sure where he left that journal
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And he finds something... odd about this entry. What, exactly, he doesn't know. Sadly staring questioningly at the journal is not an adequate response, something Duke realizes about a good minute into his stare. So he needs to say something.
... ] Why?
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I don't have a mouth anymore.
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[ His voice becomes... somehow more distant. It seems like he's just thinking aloud. ] How strange.
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Have you been in Luceti for a while?
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Hm. [ That's the sound of Duke-agreement, or something like it. ] And what of you?
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