The stream of tears you've cried carries you out of the room, past the cupboards, and into the company of a small brown mouse and a lory bird. They are also caught in the current of your tears, but together...
You drift towards dry land.
The stream of tears you've cried carries you out of the room, past the cupboards, and into the company of a small brown mouse and a lory bird. They are also caught in the current of your tears, but together...You drift towards dry land. |
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| This is not how I'd recommend meeting friends. | |
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