[PQ] In My Basement?

Amalia

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stop thinking so much

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Jyoti, too, joins the distracting party, cooing and singing and thinking it all some marvelous game. Unafraid in the face of all danger, the little whale swims jovially through the air, leaving the golem swathed in starlight and easily dodging flailing arms. Something like a laugh is expelled from her blowhole, cosmic clouds and galaxies briefly filling the room. She isn't sure what the idea is, but she is positive the whole thing is a lovely game, Amalia's anxiety be damned.

For her own part the baker sets to work taking up large pieces of stone. Hours of kneading have left her strong, her forearms well toned, lean and wiry despite their slender appearance. Slipping her fingers beneath a rock she rolls it away from the tunnel entrance, trying to widen the space enough for the golem to comfortably slip its way through.

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you're breaking your own heart

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