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"Lithuania...?" I know that smell . . . I know that sound . . . and this feeling in the air . . . I know that too. Everything here is so familiar . . . but it feels so wrong . . . What happened here? "Lithuania, are you in here?" This smell . . . so irony. So metallic. It floods up my nose, into my lungs and makes me want to vomit. I've smelt it before. So many times. Part of my mind says "too many times." . . . Another part growls, "not enough." But why is it here now? I didn't punish anyone today. Those two did an acceptable job in their work, and I haven't seen him all day. . . . Where did he go? Where was he all day? Was he in he