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"I really don't think that's a real word," he mumbles. "But, um... I can... I don't know. It was like I died and went to... uh... it felt like... the glowy shit. You know? The infinite, um, uncon... uncondish... the peace and love shit. Don't say brainwashing, Lottie."
You sit on your hands harder. "I wasn't..."
"I bet. Anyhow, um... yeah. I... uh..." He's staring off vacantly again. "Everybody knew everything about me, and I knew all of them, um, and they all liked me, and, um... yeah. I-I didn't feel so alone in there. I guess."
"...Ah." Did you drink too much too fast? Maybe not too much, but possibly too fast. You're feeling a little queasy.
>[1] Write-in. Real options in the morning, most likely.
(About +ID: You'll get the benefits when the mood lightens back up.)
