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PREFACE: I must've typed this one up on my phone given where I dug it up from. Couldn't tell you why.

“... I’m scared, and I’m lost.”

“You’re scared? And you’re lost?”

“And frustrated… and cold.”

“You’re frustrated? You’re cold?”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No, little one. I merely must digest the words you say--and you’ve offered quite a lot.”

“I must’ve said no more than ten.”

“But each one, yours. How large they build a character of yourself…”

“Do you just make up riddles?”

“May I answer your question with another?”

“You already did.”

“Very sharp, little one. Regardless…”

“... Sure. Go ahead.”

“Do you face all that is unknown with hostility and distrust?”

“You shouldn’t trust strangers…”

“But I trust you.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“But I believe in you.”

“... Well. That’s fine if you want to do that, but I’m not gonna do that. I just want to leave.”

“Where will you leave to?”

“My… bedroom, I guess.”

“Why do you want to go there?”

“Because it’s my bedroom. And I don’t want to be here.”

“Where is here?”

“Maybe people are hostile to you because of your riddles.”

“I try only to be inquisitive for others’ sakes.”

“Well, find some other… um. Some other sake. I’m leaving.”

“To?”

with tongue out “None of your business!”

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