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Here’s a quirk—sometimes I talk to her in my head. “You’re a stinky river spirit!” I’d snap, cos she’s filthy with lies, cloggin’ up my work. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But she’s a thorn in my side, and I’m Cersei—thorns get crushed. Surprised me once, though—found her readin’ my protocols. Actually understood ‘em. Smart whore, huh? Didn’t expect that. Made me pause, sip my wine, rethink her.

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When I get there, I see this dude looking up at a tree like it’s the end of the world. Yuki’s up there, chirping away like she’s queen of the castle. I’m thinking, “How did you even get up there?” So, I climb up this tree, and let me tell ya, I’m not exactly a monkey. I’m slipping, sliding, and praying I don’t fall. Finally, I grab Yuki and bring her down. The guy’s all teary-eyed, and I’m just relieved I didn’t break my neck.

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