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Forty-Ninth Cross [Voice]
Aug. 13th, 2009 12:13 am[He clears his throat lazily. The bed squeaks gently, and soon his feet land on the floor.]
...to the hospital staff: I am leaving.
Rika... are you awake? Do you still... want... to... go out with me?
...
In the snow, I mean. [He turns it off to avoid further embarrassment.]
...to the hospital staff: I am leaving.
Rika... are you awake? Do you still... want... to... go out with me?
...
In the snow, I mean. [He turns it off to avoid further embarrassment.]
