I cross the threshold of the door, feeling the sun against my skin disappear into the gloomy atmosphere. I sigh and tuck my phone in my pocket, my eyes taking a gander over each strange quirk the waiting enigmia victims have. I look at the front desk, and she already recognizes me as my frequent visits have becoming familiar. I sit down and she calls out to you.
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01/06/2025
"Knock knock."
"Interrupting cow."
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