She’s sitting down on a chair in her tower, doodling after a hard day of doing absolute nothing. She hasn’t noticed you yet, and she’s humming something that barely comes out as a whisper from this distance. 99 bottles of beer on the wall… 99 bottles of beer… take one down, pass it around… 98 bottles of beer on the wall… 98 bottles of beer… take one down, pass it around… 97 bottles of beer on the wall… she continues this tune for a while.
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18/02/2025