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"Why is there only one chair in this room?"
"This once was an island." She replied.
"You favor this place then, I take it?"
"How can I not," said she. "The dawn here is quiet."
"Not on this floor, you are much mistaken! The stairs are like an avalanche."
Looking down at herself, she quickly changed the subject. "There are barcodes on each breast now."
"I see. Were you nervous?"
"Only when focusing on the morning break," She confessed. "Otherwise I was much like you--killing what keeps us alive."
"Is that so bad?"
"I wonder. Sometimes I still feel the bruises." She stated. "But I am told this is normal."
"What else did they tell you?"
"To quit worrying about not being built to scale," she stated in displeasure.
"...and?"
"For me to prepare to fall again for the apocalyptic things written in the sky," She admitted with a wicked smile.
"What's so funny?"
"I recognized your handwriting long ago," She uttered into the centrifuge.
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