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... ink.
Don't tell me I have to exist for the rest of reality as a sentient formless soul.
I feel like that would get boring really quickly.
The room is somewhat dim, only lit by the warm, caustic light.
And what is that slurping noise? Is someone sucking on a popsicle?
Is this a dream?
My head hurts; it hasn't hurt this badly since I had a migraine as a kid, but for some reason, my lower half feels good.
"Don't die on me! I promise to save yo ...
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