....
Scenty?
the thought almost popped into his head automaticly. As if he was trying to put some peices together.
he wanted the game to go on longer.
He liked Scenty as much as anyone else.
But...
He heard, just faintly, her comforting backpack. Her nice, yet scared voice. Her taste in yoga. It almost reminded him of---
No.
Not....?
The snow-globe.
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