*So, down in the park, where the machmen meet the machines--no, wait, just down in the park. There is a girl. A girl with HORNS and WEIRD WINGS and INTERESTINGLY FRILLY CLOTHES. She is lying on the grass, staring up at what--to her--is a bizarrely clear, blue sky
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[... that still doesn't mean she knows what to say, though :< so she's just sort of standing there awkwardly]
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*This glaring is somewhat undercut by the fact that getting up is hard and I'm still just lying here though*
You . . . !
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... mm. It's me.
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Couldn't you have ended me properly? Or is this to get me back for what I did to you?
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I don't want either of those things.
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Don't touch me--!
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It's over. We don't have to fight.
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Ah, of course--you've come to gloat! Fine, I'll admit it--you beat me! But you only won with a dirty trick! If it hadn't been for that, I would've . . .
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*Having a hard time coming up with a comeback for that one*
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[in that really infuriating BRS way]
[looking kind of like a lost puppy]
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If you think I'm going to just walk into it, I swear . . .
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