It sounds amazing... [Elizabeth's voice is quiet, but full of intense longing and passion. She could almost imagine herself laying in parks and smoking, letting hour after hour of sunny, breezy weather go by. Friendly people smiling at her as they pass. Bicycles, sidewalk artists, so much food...]
God I want to go. I want the chance to do stupid stuff like that. [She leans back and looks up at the sky, wondering to herself if she could fly so high up she could leave the enclosure.]
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God I want to go. I want the chance to do stupid stuff like that. [She leans back and looks up at the sky, wondering to herself if she could fly so high up she could leave the enclosure.]