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It is a known phenomenon that Whistles who are jailed or otherwise confined may have peculiar dreams.
This one seems to have a lady with wings in it.
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autokinetic
Aww, I like you too.
autokinetic
That must be why you're building me a castle, says Aegis merrily. (The merriness doesn't show on her face; she's closed her eyes now and looks like she's on the verge of dozing off.)
I'm building you a castle because castles are awesome, he retorts.
autokinetic
If that was all, wouldn't you build you a castle? she returns with a purely mental smile.
I don't want a castle, he explains serenely.
I want to make one, not have one. So I'm making it for you.
This makes perfect sense to him.
This makes perfect sense to him.
autokinetic
Fair enough.
The lights flicker. This isn't an electrical problem; it's the station equivalent of a class bell, marking the turn of an hour. "I gotta go," she says, rising smoothly to her feet and pivoting around once. "I'll see you later, Sue."
The lights flicker. This isn't an electrical problem; it's the station equivalent of a class bell, marking the turn of an hour. "I gotta go," she says, rising smoothly to her feet and pivoting around once. "I'll see you later, Sue."
He snorts. "See ya."
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