[2.0] The lost art of communication

[unwinding_key]

Someone told me that dying changes very little about a person and I am inclined to agree. This entire place is rather like a memory I cannot quite pick up upon, just out of reach. Which, I am told, is rather common here. Considering that we cannot remember our own names, our stations, our pasts.

So tell me, dear residents: is my hand writing

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[lemonshine]

We didn't talk a lot but we were acquainted.

Welcome back Alekhine. My name is Lucy.

[unwinding_key]

Thank you. It is a pleasure, Lucy.

[lemonshine]

When did you come back?

[unwinding_key]

Two, three days have passed, I believe.

[lemonshine]

Not too long at all, really.

[unwinding_key]

No, definitely not.