Uhm...hahaha... it's a little funny..I k..know... 💧
[ Scratching the back of her head again , looking at the other ]
Ah...uhm , any chance it's...uh , about a certain memory or..or the past ...? I've...never have those types of dreams though , considering....eh...this...
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which she documented in even after her father died and she got rid of all her past notebooks. Mostly she stopped because her mother knew no concept such as privacy.
This fact does not occur to her now, but perhaps it will once she wakes up.
[ she stops abruptly . ]
...w
Ww..well...I guess you can- c...call me in... insomnia...or something...I don't remember...my name....
[ Another Lie . She doesn't want to tell her real name . . . Yet . ]
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Finally as the stranger begins to back away, Willene walks cautiously around to the front of the desk.
“Is that so?” she says, though oddly without a hint of suspicion in her voice.
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"WELL HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!!"
[ spinning around dramatically ]
"no you are not, I know its hard to believe, but I am, infact, real, heheheh"