[Bene's mouth has gone dry. He shakes his head, and is near-paralyzed by the helplessness of their slowly dawning, shared realization: there are probably people in there right now.]
That was, [he reaches for the memory,] ...at least... seventeen, eighteen years ago.
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Date: 2021-02-09 04:13 am (UTC)That was, [he reaches for the memory,] ...at least... seventeen, eighteen years ago.