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[there is hollow sort of click- the sound old tube televisions make when they're switched on, and in a corner of the dressing room- pick a corner any corner, we're not fussy about these things- appears one such television. Perched on top of it, her legs crossed under her, is the girl from Test Card F, holding her clown doll. She cocks her head to one side]
Hello.
Hello.