[It's quiet in the little room. The sun rays entering through the window have taken on a golden hue - the days are getting shorter, now. On a carpet on the floor, a
young man is sitting and writing with a pencil into a notebook. Obviously, he's deep in thought.]
Hmmm.
[Suddenly, his focus leaves the paper in front of him and he creases his brow,
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... so who are you, normally, anyway?
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You also?
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So, uhm... who are you?
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