~~ "..Goodnight my love, the tired old moon is descending, Goodnight my love, my moment with you now is ending.."I heard singing. It was hazey and muted, and it was no more noticable to me than the music that plays in the elevator. Kinda background'ish. But it was there. And it was singing that old Ella Fitzgerald song. God I loved that song
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