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Sommia (V.O.): Mae . . . used to play with tests. Ace one, flunk the next, try to make some kind of pattern. School was too boring otherwise, but the low averages these “games” gave her kept her out of the advanced classes. I guess Janaan and I are both lucky to be stupid enough for “advanced” to be a challenge.
Janaan: Sommia? Hydroxide?
Sommia: “OH”, I think. Alkaline? Never mind, I forget.
Sommia (V.O.): What does she want from me?
Mae (V.O.): Get up. Go. Now.
Sommia (V.O.): Did she just--?
Mae (V.O.): Go.
Sommia (V.O.): This isn't possible.
Sommia: Mae?
Sommia (V.O.): I'm awake. I'm awake, right?
Janaan: Sommia? Hydroxide?
Sommia: “OH”, I think. Alkaline? Never mind, I forget.
Sommia (V.O.): What does she want from me?
Mae (V.O.): Get up. Go. Now.
Sommia (V.O.): Did she just--?
Mae (V.O.): Go.
Sommia (V.O.): This isn't possible.
Sommia: Mae?
Sommia (V.O.): I'm awake. I'm awake, right?
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