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(discedo) Playing Track Four [Voice]
[Despite the not-so-distant-anymore crashing and thumping, his voice seems calm, almost conversational-- if a little out-of-breath.]
Hello, Discedo.
Perhaps it's time to revisit that little poll.
[he shifts, making a wordless sound of discomfort]
How many of you are willing to stay here, again?
Hello, Discedo.
Perhaps it's time to revisit that little poll.
[he shifts, making a wordless sound of discomfort]
How many of you are willing to stay here, again?
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I vote this for our town motto!
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And yes. That is now officially Discedo's motto.]
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Who would want to stay here!!!?...
People wanted to stay here...?
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Even if we do come back.
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We are going to die.
[small pause before he sounds a little more thoughtful]
Maybe that's the point...
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divorceold life seem like a picnic. And that's saying something.I can't see why anyone would want to stay here.
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[sniffle.]
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But we cannot judge the insane-- only pity them.