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[Diego sits on his sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. A single cup of coffee sits on the coffee table in front of him, and his mouth is twisted into an odd, flat expression.]
A wise man once asked the sky, "Where does the beginning turn into the end?" The stars looked back at him, and in a few subtle twinkles they...
[He drifts off, going silent. Then he reaches for the cup of coffee. He holds it in his hands, but doesn't drink.]
Tell me of those insignificant moments. The everyday occurrences that disappear into the cracks of time, but become the linchpin of something so much more. Those dull, mundane little memories that in hindsight, changed everything. An ordinary morning, an ordinary day, an ordinary stroll down the sidewalk become the settings in which...
[He drifts off again, then sighs heavily, setting the coffee cup down. He takes a moment to brush his hair back away from the visor, then takes a deep breath and recovers the coffee cup.]
The sting of a bitter blend... fades after the first sip, but the memory-
[He drifts off once more, finally shaking his head. He lifts the coffee cup to his lips, pauses, and then sets it back down on the table without drinking.]
Ha...! "Nothing to be done."
[Then he reaches forward and shuts off the NV.]
A wise man once asked the sky, "Where does the beginning turn into the end?" The stars looked back at him, and in a few subtle twinkles they...
[He drifts off, going silent. Then he reaches for the cup of coffee. He holds it in his hands, but doesn't drink.]
Tell me of those insignificant moments. The everyday occurrences that disappear into the cracks of time, but become the linchpin of something so much more. Those dull, mundane little memories that in hindsight, changed everything. An ordinary morning, an ordinary day, an ordinary stroll down the sidewalk become the settings in which...
[He drifts off again, then sighs heavily, setting the coffee cup down. He takes a moment to brush his hair back away from the visor, then takes a deep breath and recovers the coffee cup.]
The sting of a bitter blend... fades after the first sip, but the memory-
[He drifts off once more, finally shaking his head. He lifts the coffee cup to his lips, pauses, and then sets it back down on the table without drinking.]
Ha...! "Nothing to be done."
[Then he reaches forward and shuts off the NV.]