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Sep 14, 2009 22:26

[it starts off with the steady march of footsteps, as if someone in the cell were pacing. a few seconds of this pass before the muttering starts]

Laundry. Laundry. Did that time not already pass? How long--

Laundry. Preposterous. Silly. Why bother after so long a time--

[a pause, the footsteps halting before there's the scrape of boots against concrete]

Scarf. My scarf. You will not take my scarf. Her scarf. She gave it to me, you see. You cannot take it. It is fine. It is clean. It is not dirty, do you see? Do you see?

† ivan braginski

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