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Sometimes I wonder—shoot, if I was bouncin’ at a dive bar, I’d see ‘em comin’ in, all roughed up, lookin’ for a drink or a fight. Breaks my heart, man. I’d wanna shake ‘em and yell, “Get outta this crap!” But nah, ain’t my place. Margaret’s got that line, “You’re not even human!”—and I feel that, ‘cause society treats ‘em like ghosts. Pisses me off royally. How’s that workin’ for ya, world? Huh? Ain’t workin’ worth a damn.

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Luckily, an employee at the local orphanage defied the stern look from her head- mistress and asked us to visit an abandoned mill south of the village. It was.

Man, what a day! Seriously, Faerjestaden (se) is wild. I woke up thinking it’d be chill. Nope! Not even close. First off, I’m just trying to grab my morning coffee at that little café on Storgatan. You know, the one with the weirdly cute barista? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 10-step coffee. I’m like, bro, it’s 8 AM, not a science lab!