[ she tilts her head slowly to one side... a little farther than seems like it would be comfortable. then she glances down at her scissor blades, opening them so she can enumerate his points (as though she were counting on her fingers, except if she only had four of them and they were fancy goth knives). ]
I see. You've been in the doors. You've wasted time in them. And it was pointless. Is that all?
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I see.
You've been in the doors.
You've wasted time in them.
And it was pointless.
Is that all?