[The ticking comes quiet, and yet somehow it echoes off the mirrors in the funhouse.
"Funhouse." It's a cruel joke to call it that, given what's being shown for anyone to see.]
< ...It's different, seeing it from a distance like this. Seeing how I look when I turn the clock. Seeing how far away I am while they do the fighting. >
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[The ticking comes quiet, and yet somehow it echoes off the mirrors in the funhouse.
"Funhouse." It's a cruel joke to call it that, given what's being shown for anyone to see.]
< ...It's different, seeing it from a distance like this. Seeing how I look when I turn the clock. Seeing how far away I am while they do the fighting. >