[Footsteps sound, running upon a hollow stage set scene for what seems a play empty of any design, any presence. The audience is absent, the script never read. Dust collects and with breath from damp lips, it shifts upon the air. (
A quickened cut to pitch black and then a faint light illuminates. )
Oh.] . . . Yes?
[Hey, Timothy.]
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I'll keep it in mind.
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Sounds a bit counter-productive, but if it works. [One hand comes out for a psuedo-salute to the other.] Take care, Timothy.
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