All over the country, disoriented and restless AFFers wandered about, not knowing what to do. Some noticed a "door", which led "outside", where they stumbled about blinking at the "sunlight". Others picked up dusty little things, "books" I think they're called, they found in their houses, evoking memories of ... what? "Reading", was it?
Me? I was shocked to find that there are other people living in the
same house as me!
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