rewriter | w7 not-curfew: everyone confess your crushes to ylfa.

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[we are depressed. we are in ikea. we are depressed in ikea.]

Uhh, yeah. I mean, not much else to report.

[ a little salute, for some reason. ]

Then I hope your rest tonight is easy and without worry.

I don't know about that.

Well, at least you can have nightmares without regret, then?

Sure! Who doesn't love a good nightmare?

After 8 weeks, I admit I'm getting a little tired of it.

Yeah, I'm at the point where my number one daydream is to just sleep in my own bed.

It's good to have dreams.

I want to eat feteer again.

... I've never had it. But I can't even think about food.

I can. The food here isn't all that good, except for the milkshakes.

It's not bad, it's a lot of the same stuff I'd eat back home. It just got real old when there aren't that many options.

[ stares at the camera in her region & time period ]

It's really not that good.

Okay, but it's like... normal to me.

Hm.

Trusting we get back to where we were before, what would be the first think you'd want to eat?

Poptarts.

[ interest: piqued ]

What is a poptart?

They're bad. They're like... pastries? But mass produced. Kind of bland. Weird aftertaste.

[ thinking... ]

Comfort food?

Yeah. Just something kinda... bad but familiar.

Something familiar is deserved after [ gestures vaguely ] this.

Well—something to look forward to.

Like good tea...

Or the gross instant coffee my mom makes. You know, whichever.

Different tastes, Alex.

It's what I want right now!

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