i wanna tell you a story. ain't got no characters in it but me. i wanna sing you a sad song. most of it i don't expect you to believe. it starts off just the whiskey and wine, miles of travel and some real good times. but it ends in a dark corridor, and there ain't no windows and there ain't no doors.
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[ But the grim reality of the situation begins to seep through her defenses as she stops mid-step. ]
Could make a dent if I wanted to, but you're just going to fret at me so I may as well stop.