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The book of love is long and boring
The sky's pretty colour felt mocking to Sam in the moment, as if it were purposefully looking nice just to make him feel more like a mess; he was about to cover his eyes when he heard footsteps and then before he knew it, an increasingly familiar face was in his view. After one gasp of surprise he settled back down into his melancholy, especially after Loren's accurate assessment of his situation.
"Yes. And...well. No. Nothing is alright, actually. But there's not much anyone can do, so I'm...just waiting to see if the Spire might fall over on me." He announced dramatically, opening up his hands, fingers splayed and palms facing the sky, as if daring the structure to tip over on top of him.
"Yes. And...well. No. Nothing is alright, actually. But there's not much anyone can do, so I'm...just waiting to see if the Spire might fall over on me." He announced dramatically, opening up his hands, fingers splayed and palms facing the sky, as if daring the structure to tip over on top of him.
No one can lift the damn thing
