There's an old, well-loved Walkman clipped to his belt, at the moment, and his hand unconsciously goes to it, though it's hidden beneath his coat. It had been destroyed, a while ago, completely unrecoverable.
And then it turned up, completely out of the blue. Spat out by the weird portal that had drawn everyone else here, along with an old, familiar box, wrapped in polka-dotted paper.) ]
Yeah.
[ And the delivery is softer, far less skeptical. ]
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There's an old, well-loved Walkman clipped to his belt, at the moment, and his hand unconsciously goes to it, though it's hidden beneath his coat. It had been destroyed, a while ago, completely unrecoverable.
And then it turned up, completely out of the blue. Spat out by the weird portal that had drawn everyone else here, along with an old, familiar box, wrapped in polka-dotted paper.) ]
Yeah.
[ And the delivery is softer, far less skeptical. ]
I get that.