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tool_vnscene(${CMAKE_CURRENT_LIST_DIR}/ScenePrologue4.xml)
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tool_vnscene(${CMAKE_CURRENT_LIST_DIR}/ScenePrologue5.xml)
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tool_vnscene(${CMAKE_CURRENT_LIST_DIR}/ScenePrologueSportsField.xml)
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tool_vnscene(${CMAKE_CURRENT_LIST_DIR}/ScenePrologueToilets.xml)
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tool_vnscene(${CMAKE_CURRENT_LIST_DIR}/ScenePrologueToilets.xml)
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tool_vnscene(${CMAKE_CURRENT_LIST_DIR}/ScenePrologue7.xml)
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assets/games/liminal/scenes/prologue/ScenePrologue7.xml
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assets/games/liminal/scenes/prologue/ScenePrologue7.xml
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologue7" extend="scenes/SceneMonologue">
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<events>
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<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
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<text>
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<string lang="en">The bell rings. School begins for the very last time in Angelwood High.</string>
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</text>
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<!-- Biology -->
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I can't concentrate.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“Homosapiens. Our origins were not so far away-”</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">My teacher prattles on. I’m thinking too much again.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(Like usual.)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“— and we’ll be discussing the way the world began.”</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I remember this class. I remember the words that will leave Mr. Holden’s lips.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“We were born like this.”</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“A female of the species is born with XX chromosomes—”</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“XY chromosomes denote a male of the species—”</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Why am I doing this again?</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I died last night.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I <font style="italics">died.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I'm only shocked that I don’t feel the wound pounded in my brain. Where’s the pain that murdered me? Why is it that when I raise my fingers to my head I feel nothing?</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(But a phantom of pain whispers by my head. Stays; hisses; peels; <font style="italics">breaks me</font>, further and further down. Until my head is good as caved open.)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(Pain isn’t here; and pain wants me to drown.)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I wasn’t dreaming. I died. That’s the only explanation for how I know exactly how today will unfold.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“Such markers are indicators of gender—”</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">No. <font style="italics">Not</font> unfold. I don’t want to die again.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(I won’t die again.)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">“— categories which all humans fall into.”</fon></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Why am I back?</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">To win again? I won’t complain. I’ll win Prom Queen a thousand times if I had to, and I’d do it gladly.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">To try again?</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I don’t want to die again.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“Ethereality? Are you with us?”</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I snap to attention. Mr. Holden looks at me expectantly, though not with malice. He knows I'm an Estridge and I'm the kindest girl on earth— supposedly. I wouldn’t ignore his class.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“Yes,” I say. “I’m here.”</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“Will you answer my question?” He asks. “What makes a female of the species?”</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Mr. Holden smiles, encouraging, as he awaits my answer.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I think about this. I’ve done this before. Don’t I remember my answer?</string>
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</text>
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<choices key="female-species">
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<title>
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<string lang="en">"A female species is the..."</string>
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</title>
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<choice value="nuturing">
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<string lang="en">Nuturing.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="emotional">
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<string lang="en">Emotional.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="sweet">
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<string lang="en">Sweet.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="empathetic">
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<string lang="en">Empathetic.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="beautiful">
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<string lang="en">Beautiful.</string>
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</choice>
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</choices>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Mr. Holden nods. His smile widens. “Ethereality’s right,” he says, and turns to the class again.</string>
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</text>
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<if key="female-species" value="nuturing">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“The ability to nuture is crucial to femininity…”</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="female-species" value="emotional">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“The ability to be emotional is crucial to femininity…”</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="female-species" value="sweet">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“The ability to be sweet is crucial to femininity…”</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="female-species" value="empathetic">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“The ability to be empathetic is crucial to femininity…”</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="female-species" value="beautiful">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">“The ability to be beautiful is crucial to femininity…”</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<choices key="elegy">
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<title>
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<string lang="en">Even if I don’t remember, this has been drilled into me since the beginning of time. It’s easy. Angelwood maintains its same elegy for women.</string>
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</title>
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<choice value="elegy">
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<string lang="en">(And the elegy is you.)</string>
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</choice>
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</choices>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">The bell rings. Everyone leaves Biology. In the corridors, they tell me how well I’ve done in class (as if); ask me about tonight, because Prom is all that’s on everyone’s minds and I am the star <font style="TRUE_TYPE_DECORATION_STRIKETHROUGH">(blood-streaked.)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I manage to return their <font style="italics">hellos</font> and smiles without feeling— too — faint.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Finally the questioning abates and their bodies rush off to their next class. I need to go, too. I can’t miss English, they’ll wonder where I am. But my heart rams in my throat; my chest is sick with heave. I feel like hurling.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(My death keeps coming back. My grace keeps cracking. My body keeps falling. Is it because my descent was always the prettiest of them all?)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I breathe in the corridors.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">Who</font> murdered me?</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">All of Angelwood High adores me. I’ve made sure of the fact. It’s been true since the beginning of time.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Or as close to the beginning of time as it could be. When I turned into a teen and shot up the ranks, with my saunter and my beauty and my smile.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(When I stopped hanging with the wrong people. When I began to be beautiful and lived up to the best ideals.)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">...</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">(When I started to become perfect.)</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">There are only a few possibilities. There are only a few that hate me. </string>
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</text>
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<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologue8" />
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</events>
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</vnscene>
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologueSportsField" extend="scenes/SceneMonologue">
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologueSportsField" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
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<events>
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<set-font font="font_main" style="italics" size="32" />
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<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">SF.</font></string>
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<string lang="en">Craig is my boyfriend. He's throwing down for his football tournament happening in June. He loves me like a King loves his Queen- with worship, reverence, and the stars. He's beyond the golden boy: he glistens.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Ethy!"</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Craig calls. He waves me down as I enter the field.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">The whistle screeches; Craig whips his head back to the field. He dashes to the football and scores. His teammates' cheers ring in my ears.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Craig winks as he jogs back. "That was for you."</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">Despite myself, I chuckle.</font></string>
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</text>
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<choices key="look-beautiful">
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<title>
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<string lang="en">"So," he says, "you look beautiful."</string>
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</title>
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<choice value="thanks">
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<string lang="en">Thanks.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="so-do-you">
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<string lang="en">So do you.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="duh">
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<string lang="en">Duh.</string>
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</choice>
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</choices>
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<if key="look-beautiful" value="thanks">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">As if I don't know that.</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="look-beautiful" value="so-do-you">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">No harm in a little lie. Especially when it brightens him up like sun-dusk.</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="look-beautiful" value="duh">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">He says what all of Angelwood says. Per usual.</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Craig smiles wide. He holds me close to him and laughs.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"My tournament's soon. You'll be there, yeah?"</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">He's been talking about his tournament since the school year started. He thinks it's his one ticket out of Angelwood.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">As if I won't, Craig.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">
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He throws an arm around my shoulders. He kisses my cheek. He holds me
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tight, squeezes me into his sweat-stained, disgusting body. Laughs, nods
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to his teammates towering high and hulking, their shoulder pads like
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soldiers in another life.
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</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">They throw the football at Craig's head. He catches it. I nearly flinch.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">It's fine. Fine. You're okay.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">He doesn't notice.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"See you tonight, Ethy," he says. "I can't wait to see your dress."</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Craig kisses me in full view of his teammates. They roar, clap Craig on the shoulder and drag him back.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">He wipes his mouth clean and grins. Then he throws the football, and all the boys begin to sprint.</string>
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</text>
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<if key="go-to" value="sports-field">
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<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologueToilets" />
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</if>
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<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologue7" />
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</events>
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</vnscene>
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologueToilets" extend="scenes/SceneMonologue">
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologueToilets" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
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<events>
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<set-font font="font_main" style="italics" size="32" />
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<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
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<if key="go-to" value="sports-field">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">On my return, I pass him by the lockers.</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="go-to" value="toilets">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">He's by the lockers.</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">TEST</font></string>
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<string lang="en">Ronin Beaufort. That's his name. I haven't seen him much around Angelwood: he was homeschooled throughout middle school. Came back again for his final years in Angelwood High.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Boys pass by Ronin, entering the toilets and out again. Ronin looks at me and only me.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">...</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">He doesn't need to watch me.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I</font> don't need to look at <font style="italics">him.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">But he calls.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Stranger."</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">And I stop.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"And you are?"</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">He smiles thinly.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Ronin. Beaufort. But you knew that, Ther."</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Jesus.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I roll my eyes.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I stroll towards Ronin. Head high, back straight. I'm goddess of this school and he's- an a-hole of nothing.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"I don't know who you are."</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">It's a lie. Of course I know who he is.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Ave Beaufort's brother, in all of his edgy glory.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Of course I know.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">The boys go in and out of the toilets, like a cycle of flies. Going in, buzzing out. Hovering: mildly intrigued by whatever <font style="italics">this</font> confrontation is. They tend to want to know what Ethereality Estridge is doing.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Sure you don't," Ronin says. "I don't know who you are, either."</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Ugh.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Somethin' wrong, Ther?"</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Somethin' wrong, Ther?"</string>
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</text>
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<choices key="asshole">
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<title>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">Asshole.</font></string>
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</title>
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<choice value="you">
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<string lang="en">You.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="nothing">
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<string lang="en">Nothing.</string>
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</choice>
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</choices>
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<if key="asshole" value="you">
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<!-- He Laughs.-->
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Direct," Ronin says. "I like it."</string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<if key="asshole" value="nothing">
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<text>
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<string lang="en">"Nothing, nothing," Ronin says. "That goes knockin'." He raps his fist against his skull and grins. </string>
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</text>
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</if>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Get out of my sight.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">Ronin gets out of my sight. He strolls into the boys' toilets. His boots clack with him, echoing through the floorboards. Each crack is as sharp as a bullet.</string>
|
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</text>
|
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<text>
|
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<string lang="en">I exhale.</string>
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</text>
|
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<text>
|
||||
<string lang="en">Thank Christ. I wouldn't know how to deal with him, otherwise.</string>
|
||||
</text>
|
||||
|
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<if key="go-to" value="toilets">
|
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<text>
|
||||
<string lang="en">I need to get out of here. I need to find Craig.</string>
|
||||
</text>
|
||||
<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologueSportsField" />
|
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</if>
|
||||
|
||||
<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologue7" />
|
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</events>
|
||||
</vnscene>
|
||||
Reference in New Issue
Block a user