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That was going to be a problem.
Are we safe here?
How did you know where I was?
Thank you. I’m sorry I interrupted your evening.
We’ll see you at the house.
I never know how to react to that.
She asks for space, you need to give that to her.
Are you trying to make me feel better?
It was perfectly normal and not creepy at all.
It was quiet except for the whisper of the air flow and the low hum of active energy fields.
Whatever, it wasn’t my problem.
It should have been creepy.
I’d been so sure I was right.
I’d decided to stay, but I really wanted to leave.
There was a lot I didn’t know for sure.
Oh, I guess I could have said “hello.”
I hadn’t said anything because what was I supposed to say at this point?
Everything was clear, sharp.
It was still a little hilarious.
It gave me context for the emotions I was feeling.
Why did it make you feel that way?
I needed more intel.
I’d had all the emotions I could handle right now.
I wasn’t sulking or hiding.
It’s a good thing I don’t have to eat.
I had to go meet some old friends.
Hard work really did make you improve; who knew?
Possibly I was overthinking this.
Was it about me? Maybe, probably?
Whatever it was, I’d never know.
It shouldn’t have been weird, but it was weird.
We assume it’s deserted, but there’s no way to make sure.
The silence was still weirdly unnerving.
It wasn’t crowded but there was a steady flow of foot traffic.
Just making sure everything’s okay.
We shouldn’t talk here, maybe. Is there someplace else we could go?
I knew I had been lucky up to this point.
I don’t understand why this is a difficult choice.
I’d never really had long periods of unobserved free time before.
There were a lot of things I was going to have to get over.
I merged with the crowd and started down the mall again.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
At least I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what I was doing.
I remember every word ever said to me.
There’s another question I’d like the answer to.
So we had to go somewhere new.
Everyone stood there, quiet.
The silence was longer this time.
I find that difficult to believe.
I didn’t like where this might go.
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