[[About a week after finally releasing Bitch from her bedroom prison (she'd finally agreed not to kill herself, and Autor was getting worried about bedsores), Autor is out at midnight again, wandering the town. The moon is just barely waxing tonight, a tiny concave sliver, occasionally hiding among the dark clouds that have drifted into the sky
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Damned rain!- Ah, hello Autor.
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Come look at this.
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[[He tilts his head, watching the fizzing closely.]] I wonder how long it's been like that...
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