pugsmith
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"How is this all similar to a circus?" Heather started to speak, bouncing on her feet. "Not that they're all silly, but in the sense that popcorn is being thrown. A lot of it, but the popcorn is stale. The popcorn is also that caramel kind." She continues to talk, blinking rarely, standing still in a hallway. Her inner-outter monologue had deteriorated over time in the past few months, now being rendered to borderline-word salad. "How is this hallway like an oboe?" She asked to no one.