*It felt like Kalluto had spent days out in this field by the time he left, the desserts from what felt like weeks ago staying preserved out here in the sun while he finished them off.
He cleaned up, and made his way up the stairs. When he took one last look at the balcony, he suppressed a reflex to toss a piece of paper somewhere around here.
Kalluto wasn't at work anymore. He still needed a little sleep, but it would be in his own cabin instead of here.*
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*It felt like Kalluto had spent days out in this field by the time he left, the desserts from what felt like weeks ago staying preserved out here in the sun while he finished them off.
He cleaned up, and made his way up the stairs. When he took one last look at the balcony, he suppressed a reflex to toss a piece of paper somewhere around here.
Kalluto wasn't at work anymore. He still needed a little sleep, but it would be in his own cabin instead of here.*