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[hydrophobia]

[This muse comes and goes. She's a very pale little girl, with wide, black eyes that seem to never blink. Hair covering half of her face. She stares intently, wringing her fingers.]

You let the other girls go, can I go now, too?

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[hydrophobia]

Miata, I want out.

[miata]

To where. Anatole? Bell Pointe? Some other place.

All the same all the hurts all the love the stupid stupid hurts and death and blood.

[hydrophobia]

It's better than the dark.

[miata]

...Not wet right.

[hydrophobia]

It's a well, Miata. I don't like the dark and wet.

[miata]

Didn't know you went into a well. Come over here.

Not so wet. Mostly.