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Singing Drifter
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"Hey! I dragged him to safety, made him his own meal, and brought him down a bed. I think he'll be fine with making me something. And...A few days before this all started. It began as whispers."
>So how about you tell us what your game is? Knowing that would go a long way towards building trust.
How much must I say it? I am only here to assist...Same as you.
As for interacting with the world, I cannot-I exist only in Samantha's mind. I suppose if I were to touch her, though, her body would react through psychosomatic means-if I, say, shoved her, she would fall down though anyone else wouldn't be able to tell.
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