I didn't say thank you. And I'm not going to, either. Go... scatter into the wind or lie on a beach like sand is supposed to, already.
[Speaking of, actually. He pauses as he's walking further into his apartment, glancing down. That's... definitely sand trailing behind him. Not from that... thing, but from himself.]
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[Speaking of, actually. He pauses as he's walking further into his apartment, glancing down. That's... definitely sand trailing behind him. Not from that... thing, but from himself.]
...Is this contagious or something?