[Probably to be expected, but it's not easy to navigate this space. Music starts again as they begin to walk, stops and starts, stops and starts. The surroundings become the hallway of a school, but only for a moment--the music sounds tinny and distant, like they're not supposed to be out here.
An empty room. An empty room. The hallway--An empty room.]
I can't wait to spend every day like this...
[Time sticks. Stops. Like it doesn't want to let them go.]
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An empty room. An empty room. The hallway--An empty room.]
I can't wait to spend every day like this...
[Time sticks. Stops. Like it doesn't want to let them go.]