Vodyanitsa: Geez, my throat's killing me.
Mitya: Mhm.
Vodyanitsa: I really need to stop taking requests for difficult songs... Now I have to skip out on ice cream for the third time this week!
Mitya: Just... rub some salt on it or... something...
Vodyanitsa: ... You're not paying attention, are you?
Mitya: Wh-what? No! I'm just a little invested in my notes, Odette, I- Wait, Vodyanitsa? I was walking with you this entire time?
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