I guess I never got used to them...[Sinclair mutters, fingers flexing against the sofa. It felt so real and smooth beneath his fingers. It was really impressive work. Not many people could build a room and make it feel this realistic]
I...[Yes. No. Yes. Is he allowed to ask for help? He pushes himself a little more, willing himself to stay logged in. No. no. no.] A little longer. Please.
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I...[Yes. No. Yes. Is he allowed to ask for help? He pushes himself a little more, willing himself to stay logged in. No. no. no.] A little longer. Please.