[Well, perhaps a bit less egotistical and obnoxious. Or much less.]
... I suppose you could say that. [She tilts her head back, looking out at the rain outside through the cracks in the small shed, listening to the drops hit the sides and roof. And with tin she can hear nearly each individual one striking the wood. A drop falls and she catches it in her hand, looking down at the clear water in her palm.] But then, I'd say that this world is very soft.
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... I suppose you could say that. [She tilts her head back, looking out at the rain outside through the cracks in the small shed, listening to the drops hit the sides and roof. And with tin she can hear nearly each individual one striking the wood. A drop falls and she catches it in her hand, looking down at the clear water in her palm.] But then, I'd say that this world is very soft.