The White Room Dialogue
(Minimalist Existentialist Style) The room was white. Not the white of paint, but the white of an absence of everything. There were two chairs, a small table, and two people. "How long has it been?" the man asked. He was wearing a grey suit that looked like it had been bleached by a thousand suns. "An hour," the woman replied. "Or a billion years. The clock on the wall stopped when the sky...
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