Mm. [She squeezes her eyes shut and rubs her face again, huffing] Something in eye, is all.
--Know, people want to go home. People want to leave, but... This is... Like home. Suppose it is strange to most, but it is home to me. I do not have home anymore, not back in--in real world. My real world.
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--Know, people want to go home. People want to leave, but... This is... Like home. Suppose it is strange to most, but it is home to me. I do not have home anymore, not back in--in real world. My real world.