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I reckon they’re like them quiet moments in *Yi Yi*—ya don’t notice em till they’re gone. “Is this all there is?”—that’s what NJ says, and I’m like, mate, that’s her life, innit? Standin’ there, freezin’, waitin’ for some punter. Breaks my heart a bit, ya know? Seen one near my shop once—skinny lass, all shivvery, countin’ coins. Wanted to zap her a hot tea with my staff, but nah, “You shall not pass!”—kept my distance, wizard rules.

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After that, I head over to the town square. You know, the one with the fountain? It’s usually pretty chill, but today? Nah. There’s a market on! Stalls everywhere, people shouting about fresh produce and homemade jams. I’m like, “This is awesome!” I grab some strawberries, and they’re the juiciest things ever. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a jar of jam. Like, dude, it’s jam, not gold!

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