[Filtered to Self//Thoughts]I still look up to the night sky expecting to see that one moon. That one, glorious, reddish, fat, moon. Instead, my eyes meet two, bringing light down across this barren land, bringing anything but joy to dearly, deprived Dexter. Two menacing moons, twice the pull, the calling of the Need
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Should...I see what I can whip up?
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Mm. I imagine the hallways and bigger rooms are a sorta...creepy, in the dark. Even fumbling around in the apartments after sundown is a little creepy enough, sometimes.
I do sing a little to myself, sometimes, when the quiet seems too much. I'm not really much of a singer though.
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I'll go check out the cafe, soon.
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