We're stuck. We're not moving.
Are we ok?
Well, we're stuck.
So we're not ok...
Well..
Yeah
I see something...
What do you see?
I'm only telling you because I know you want to know. You have to know.
What?
If I'm right...
Be careful.
Too late.
Well, this is the direction my mind was going.
"You were so beautiful."
You were so beautiful.
It's always wet here. Always falling from the sky.
Why?
Drops...they come naturally...you can't withstand.
It's not you, it's me.
The none-ing of the one.
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