A room with no door (Shop 10, Kowloon):
Downstairs:
“Come in, Fern Stallin.”
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“Yeah, I’m not Fern Stalin.”
“Ohh, but you *aare*.” Pause.
“Anyway…”
“Cornfield,” the Old Man in a Narrow Room interrupted crisply. “I’m sensing… Corrnfield, yess.” The place had lightened up.
Blue Berry Girl, 1/2way back to Rules of Rose by this point, looked around without questioning more. She vaguely recalls twins named Cornfield, born in, yes, Valentine. A place called Valentine.
“Youuurr… *rememmberring*.”
“Listen, um, Old Man. It was nice visiting you but I have other places to go tonight.”
“Youuu… will *returrnnn*.”
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Walking the RR in the Inbetween World. Watch out from behind!
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“Yoouuu… havve *returrrnned*.”
