8/21/25

Introcard
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Empty space where dialogue should be. So many things she wants to say, but no ways to say it. Put down the coffee, Gaster.


A thin layer of steam clouds her vision.


((Dear Diary- Maybe talking to "you" is pretty good, afterall. I've got so many lies, I can't keep them straight. I've got a husband and kid, to make myself look good, well, not just for that, of course. I just wish I could tell them where I work, but it is unforgivable. It's stupid, but sometimes I just wish I could do good for the world. Maybe when I'm a scientist.))


So, I'm pretty sure we know who this is.


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