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[[The Duchess is standing over the womble, who is resting on a red mattress]]
Duchess: Today I will be working in my laboratory. Stay out of trouble!
[[The Duchess leaves the room]]
[[The womble reaches into its pouch]]
[[The Duchess' lab is empty]]
[[The womble writes in its diary]]
It has now been two years since the Duchess performed her vile miracle. Two years since I have been able to speak, or leave this prison that is now my home. I grow despondent. All the same, it is as if my previous life has ceased to be, a mere glimmer of an almost-remembered dream.
The greatest insult is that she does not seem to recall the significance of this day. Even as [something] captor I was starting to consider a
Duchess: Oh womble… please come to the dining hall
[[The womble puts its diary back into its pouch]]
[[In the dining hall, the Duchess sits on the table next to a cake with two candles in it]]
Duchess: Happy birthday!