[ One finger presses into the trophy's top, a girl's leg reached up far in the air. ]
Thank you. [ It's soft, more a murmur than anything. ] I don't... Everyone has dreams, things they have to do. I don't want to sound like I think I'm the only one, I know, it was just- ...It was a sensitive time.
[ All of this is a mumble, actually. Quite the contrast to Riley's usually enunciated speech. It sounds strange. Like she's not used to talking about all this. ]
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[ One finger presses into the trophy's top, a girl's leg reached up far in the air. ]
Thank you. [ It's soft, more a murmur than anything. ] I don't... Everyone has dreams, things they have to do. I don't want to sound like I think I'm the only one, I know, it was just- ...It was a sensitive time.
[ All of this is a mumble, actually. Quite the contrast to Riley's usually enunciated speech. It sounds strange. Like she's not used to talking about all this. ]