Connected Little girls in Green are Singing Oh Christmas Tree. Mom is directing the choir, even though she can't sing. Dad is with me in the balcony. It's not high; you wouldn't even hurt yourself if you fell. I can't bear another fall. I saw her die moments ago. I want Jessica--where is she? She remembers. I can't find the right dress-- silk, blue or purple? Look in those boxes-- you'll find something there. I never knew these people were Real. Do you remember Randy and Kyle? Which one did you have a crush on? Go underground. It's quicker and Warmer. It's strange how everything is Connected Deep down.
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