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* What, you miss my campfire stories? | |
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* Oh, Warrior said he did. | |
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* You don't do those anymore! | |
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* I sold that book with the stories since we were staying in the last town. You'll probably just have to come up with some new ones to tell. | |
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* You mean me? Uhh, I know what I like in a story but I don't know how to make one myself... | |
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* Just kidding, I guess you could just pick a story form your memory for a start. | |
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* Have a story you like in particular? | |
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* I don't really know. I think I kind of like that one with some bugs in a village... | |
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* Ah, the horror one. Perfect for a stormy night. Although the note of whimsy was not really my thing. | |
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* Ohh, that one. I remember liking it. I thought it was beautiful and haunting; and then I felt bad...Because the story is so sad and I felt really torn. | |
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* Wait, what? | |
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* Right? I remember reading it in a library somewhere long ago, and cannot stop thinking about it. Can't find it anywhere now though... You know, I had never before realised the sheer size of a mosquito. | |
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* Yeah! and I don't even know anything more about this mosquito, nor do I need to participate in its union with the rhythm of the world. Its fairy-tale language lured me in, most likely! | |
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* Well now that I think about it, I believe that story has a very deep meaning to it, which I will find. I guess. | |
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* ...Entirely from memory, of course! | |
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* I'm not sure what it was about, but I like how it's written...It's kind of sad, though. So in the end I've turned away from the story and thought about the pictures instead...the beating of gossamer wings, and the lights reflected on the water... Maybe that's why I can't remember its real title. | |
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* ..And I want to read it again! Pretty pictures like a... a mosquito hounding me in my sleep. Haunting me in my dreams. Will I wake up, or won’t I? | |
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* I know the answer to that one. You’ll wake up, after it’s stung you. | |
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