Charming place, this. Cozy.
[Jim isn't visible on camera, but the hospital is. Sterile floors, hospital cafeteria tables, and one very neatly manicured hand rolling an apple between fingers. Pausing. Rolling it back the other way.]
All fiction is implicitly metafictional. Did you know?
[He makes a sound like a hum and sets the apple down, getting to
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