[She glances around her, eyes falling to sideburned tents and fish and somehow, none of it registers as weird. It's normal-the cats, flowers, everything.
But it's starting to feel like something's missing and she-
Doesn't want to think about it.]
Nothing's weird. It's okay. We can go play somewhere else.
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But it's starting to feel like something's missing and she-
Doesn't want to think about it.]
Nothing's weird. It's okay. We can go play somewhere else.