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[synanthrope]

Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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[dignity_misery]

[She picks at the back of her hand restlessly.]

Thoughts. Memories.

[synanthrope]

Everyone has those, Carla.

[dignity_misery]

[A tight little smile.]

How comforting.

[synanthrope]

Are you lying?

[dignity_misery]

I might be.

[synanthrope]

You lie like you breathe.

It's interesting.

[dignity_misery]

Everyone does it.

[synanthrope]

Not like that.

[dignity_misery]

[She snorts softly, and her voice is dry,]

Thanks.