Something is definitely wrong >->
(Just something to tell you, this may or may not be shorter and/or fast-paced than usual)
"Excuse me, mister and miss, but what the hec just happened?" I asked aloud, my hands on my hips.
"Don't worry, it's just a normal surprise attack by the one and only 11th Fatui Harbinger..." Columbina replied in a teasing tone to that so-called '11th Fatui Harbinger', which I've already known was Mr. 'Tar-Tar-Taglia, Lover of Snezhnayan Queen' or something.
"The 11th, huh?" I said, now making my arms crossed and looking at Tartaglia. "Well if it isn't Tartaglia, the 11th Fatui Harbinger in this world. I've heard about you, like with Miss Columbina here, and their decription-tellings about you seems...too accurate...in a concerning way..."
"And why so? What did they say about me that made you remember about me till this day?" Tartaglia (Tarty yes) asked, his arms crossed as well and a smirk on his face.
"Uhhhhh-"
(Flashback)
*Tar-Tar-Taglia lover of Snezhnayan Queen-*
*Tartaglia×Zhongli*
*Zhongli's personal wallet*
*Zooms in camera to his face to make the most confusing face expression I have ever seen*
(End of Flashback)
"...You do not want to know..."
"Again, why so?"
"Please don't pressure miss Kathlyne too much, otherwise, well..."
"Just Kathlyne, please."
"Alright, fine. But I'm still thinking about that description-telling that those people told to you about."
"Please don't...if you would see it, along with Miss Columbina, you two would literally question about your lives described in my world. Trust me, you would..."
Well that was a conversation to start with when I met Childe for the first time. It was random, yes, but knowing that he would stay suspicious if I don't tell them that 'someone' told me about him, I just had to tell him about it so that, well, less suspicion I guess. I felt like speaking again, but just as I was about to say a word, banging from the door suddenly happened.
"CHILDE!" The voice behind the door, which I immediately recognised it and that it's Paimon's voice, exclaimed as the banging continued. "PAIMON KNOWS YOU'RE THERE! AND IF YOU DON'T OPEN THIS DOOR IN 10 SECONDS, WE WILL KNOCK THE DOOR DOWN!"
Groaning in annoyance from all the banging, I volunteered to open the door for Tartaglia and the others. The banging intensifies a bit, but I held on to the loud noise and with some of my last bits of energy to hold on from the loud banging, I was able to open the door widely, showing Aether, Paimon, Cassie and Aiko side-by-side.
"Could you please shut up? It's really noisy and everyone else around this place could easily hear your unnecessary shouting. Besides, if shouting is a need for some reason, at least make your shouting in a medium rather than a loud," I said to them sternly, my arms crossed and my face showing an expression saying 'I ain't joking this time'. I could already see some people facing at us because of Paimon's shouting, and, thinking about eyes at that moment, it felt uneasy. Too uneasy...
"Fine, Paimon will..." Paimon said, her grumpy face shown widely and her hands on her hips. She then made a 'I just realised' face expression and looked at the people behind me: Tartaglia and Columbina.
"Did they kidnap you?"
"Of course not, ya dingdong," Cassie answered for me. "If they did, they wouldn't allow Kr - I mean Kathlyne to open the door for them."
"Oh...that makes sense..." Paimon said back, her 'grumpiness' still largely present. I noticed that grumpiness, so I just grabbed one of her hands and brought her close to me so that I could hug her.
"What the-"
"I ain't letting someone becoming grumpy at this time," I interjected, still hugging her. "Besides, two harbingers are literally behind me, waiting for at least something to happen."
I then let go of her to face behind me, seeing Tartaglia and Columbina staring at us, not knowing what to do. "Hold on a sec, we'll do something for the boredom to pass," I called out to them before facing back to the others. "Shush it with the reaction on seeing another harbinger, aight?" I told them before I gestured for them to follow me into the Golden House.
It was just the 7 of us now. Aether, Paimon, Cassie, Aiko, Tartaglia, Columbina, and lastly, me. No one knew what to do, nor who to speak and what to speak firstly. I decided to speak firstly, trying to remove the awkward silence that was going on.
"I want to do something with everyone here," I started to speak, breaking the silence around the room. "This is solely related to picture-taking, but I promise that it will look good to keep as memory. Don't worry, some pictures will exclude some people just in case one of each side's friends may then try to hunt down the opposite of the group when they see their 'enemies' in the picture."
"You have a camera with you?" Cassie then spoke as well in questioning.
"Yep, but it's more of a 'phone' instead," I replied, taking out my phone. "And before any one of you ask on what the hec is a phone, it is a gadget that can be used for using some things called 'apps', taking pictures and more. This is more of an 'evolution' of the Kamera that is used in this generation, so..."
"Lucky that you could have your own phone with you...I miss texting with them, too..." she said back, her tone starting to become a sad-y tone.
"Them..." I repeated that word.
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W̷͔̫͈̼̗̭̞͍̺̺̘̥̾͑͊͊̀͑̎̌̽͠͠h̶̡̨̨̨̧̛͇̝͉̩̩̥̖͈̘̜͇̘̣͖̝̭͚̬̹͍̜̲̣͈͖͖͓̾͆̏̉́̈́̌̿͌̇̆̀̋̊̉͗̒͊̈́̍̑̂͆̇̚̕̕̕͘̚̕͜y̶̢̢̘͉̹̯̬͎͉̥͖̘̯̰̣͔̼̩̯̳̮̺̤̲͎̮̖̜̟͖͇̖͙̻̞̾̓́̍͐̽̈́̀́̄̓̔͗͠͝͠͠ ̶̧̢̛̛̣͍͚̘͉̰̺̫̩̟̗̪͚̻̤̱̆̋̈́́̒͒̈̔͆̚͜͝͠ͅͅͅt̶̡̡̢̨̡͚̠͓͍̰̼̟͖̠̻̮̭͕͖̤̬̹̘̲̼̯̱̫͇͔̺̥͉̰̔̀̂̆̓̓̍̑͛̋̒̈́̓̏͑͗̈́́̉ͅͅh̴̢̼̦̫͙̪̭͉̱͇̪͉̙͉̻̭̦̣͎̹̬̞̤͖̙̹̙͖̗̟̙͔͚̠̭̟̏̿̒̅̌̄̉͆̽͗̉̈́̉́͘͝e̶̛̬͎̭̪͇̱͋͗̈́̃̈́̓͂̀̊̊͂́̎͆̋̿̍̀̀̀͠m̷̧̨̛̱̼͓͈̺̪̰̭̻̺̬͚̭̖͎̦̝̌̆̏̽̅͛̐̂̓̍͒̏̈́̔̽̃̀̎̀͂̅̓̊̉̓̌͋̔̃͒̀͋̇̀́͊̕̕͝͝?̶̡̦͍̳̦̻̥̞̙̫͔̼͙̖̯̂̿̓̔̿͋̈́͛̿̌̔̀͐̇͛̎̎̃̾́̽̚͘͘͝͠͝ͅͅ
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"Freekiddie-hel, my headache is coming again," I said out loud, putting my head against my forehead and wincing slightly in pain. "Why...why-why-why...does this happen to me..? It's already twice in a row...one is already enough..."
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Î̵̛͎̓̆̾̂̒̀̀̕͝ţ̴̢̢̢̡͚̙̳̼͍̪̤̜̦͇͒̕'̴̢̢̝̞͕́̏̾̔̏̌͜͝s̵͇͙̲̻̺̜̼̤̝̩͆̿̆͘̕͝ͅ ̵̛̛̲̙̬͈̳̂̇̐͗̃̆͋̆̊͌̕͝ẏ̸̧̛̰͍̀̀͝͝o̶͖̱̭̟̣̘̱̲͒̐͋͑̋͑͠ṷ̸̙͚̗̳͍́́̈́͛̀̍͜͝͝ͅr̸̼̯͙̠̫̮͍̱̫̱̬̮͇̳̃̒̈́̋͌̕ ̴̨̫͂̆̃f̴͔̳̙͎͉̎̚̚͝͠a̶̧͚̱̮̺͗͌̈́̍̈́͊͐̂̆u̷͚̲͈͇̽͊̅͊̓͛̐̆̍͘͝ḽ̴̛͇̙̮̙̠̝͂͌͒̃̽́̓̀̚t̷͔̤̥̩͈͖̬̳̱̞̼͑̓͛̔̀́͝ͅ.̶̙̹̺̣̟̯̒̔̃͋͊͂̑.̷̢̢̢̛̥̞̙̦̤̖̬̯̒́͐.̸̡͓̝̦̦͇̟͉̱̠̖̣͎̥̈́̑
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"Help me...it's getting concerningly worse..."
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Ÿ̸̧̧͖̫̗̺̬̪̣̐̃͘̚͝͝͠ͅǒ̸͈̱̯̜̯̗͆̀̊͑͂̕͝͝ǘ̴̯̑̓̑͊̓͝͝ ̷͔͙͈͚͎͉̼̩͖̫̍â̵̡̺̦̫̻̖̪͇̯̹͚͔͛͐̆̈́͝r̷̨̢̖̲̫̯̠͚̠̰̘͆͆͐̔̔ę̵̨̠̘̰̼̺̳̣̹̤͉̯̀̋̀̇̀̂̃̅̚͘ ̷̺̖̥͈̮͉̟͎̺̖̒̔́̊͒̇͌́͘͝ṫ̷̩͎̥̟͛̅͊̂̅͒̚͝͠ḩ̷̱̘͚̤̮͐́e̵̠͓͙̳̺͈̘͚̲̫͗͑́̒͋͐̇̅͐͋̆ͅ ̵̡̢̱͓̺̣͙͎̦͖̎̀̈́̆̐́̇̌̕͠ŗ̴̗̣̼͍͈̜͔̪̾̀͐͂͆͑͒̏̑̽̚͘e̶̢̘͕̼̺̩̘̥͇͘ä̸̫͔́̓̓̋̂̅̔͆̄̓̔̔̒͝s̷̡̝̬͉͈͙͇̪̗͓̞͂̉̃̅͆̇́̚ö̷̧͖̱̪̯͉͙͕̪̪̯͔͙̬́̒̿͆̾̇̉̓̓͜n̷̛̥̟̰̰̳̾ ̵͚̪̇͆͒̀̏͒͝w̶̢̟̞͂̈́h̵̪̦̾̌̋̔̍̄͐̽̚͠͝y̷̫̪͈͍͇̬͓̬͂̈͋̏̅̈́̇̑͋̂̚͘ ̷̝̝̖͖̩̝̤̎̽̇̆̏̈͜͜͝͝t̵̡͓̟̍̆͋̃́͛́̌̚̕͜h̸̫̯̺̬̑̈́͊̅̆̿͒́̈́͒͐ȅ̵̢̖͇̱̲͎͔̰̘̼̙͈̈́̀̇̎̂̅̾͝ͅͅỳ̶͈̳̬̈͂̎͌̔̉̓̋̋̀̆͛̚̕ ̸̣͎̈́̇͜͠a̴̢͔̰͖̰̍͑͝ŕ̵̨̧̛̛̞͎͕̼̤͇̣̫̜̜͇̘̅͒̽̿̆͌͛͗̿͋̇ė̵̤̺͛̀ ̴̦͙̥̼͔͆̓̅̇̋͠͝t̴̛̟̩͉̳͓̽͑͊̓̽̆̊̿͌̐̚͠h̵̡̪͙̳̮͕̰͎̟̭̣̺̭̤̿̐̈́̈́̅͂̓ė̵̛̪̐̈́̊͛̄̏̍̀̍̀͐̚͝ŗ̵̨̤̱͉̹͙͚͓̤̱͎͛̏͒̿̾̍̕̕͘͝ͅȩ̴̡̢̣̞̱͚̼̝̫̣̤̲̝̱̑͆̈͝.̷̺̙̫̬̫̮̣͑͋͊͌̓̑̈͘͝.̴̛̳̖̟̹̱͛̇̈́͌̏͐̄̇̉̓̏̈́̀͝.̸̨̢̳̪͚̥̘̝̞̯̤̈́̿͑́̎͋̉̽͌̓̽͊͐͝
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"Help me...please..."
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Ÿ̵̮͚͈̤̜̜̪̞̤̤̟̗̓o̵̧̨͇͚̝̦̠͖͇͔̮͉̒̌̄̋̄̒͋̄̕͝ṷ̵̮̞̹͖͈̓̎̊̀́̿̋̂͛̆̒ ̵̡̫̬͈̯̮͓͇̱̙̦͙̦̿͒̾̀̓̆͆̒́̄͑͘͜͝ͅa̵̻͎̲͊̊̃͆̔̾̂͋̋̏̚̚͝ȓ̵̡̭̟̳̆̆̉́̀̎͒̅͆͠e̵͖̘̻̭̦͙͋̈́͛̉̄̓͑ ̸̝̜̟̏͊̔͐́̑̑̓̋̀͛͐͆́͊m̸̨̘̰͕̖̤͇͚̀͗͛â̶̫͎̯̣̳̬̱͙̩̲̦̖̍́̋̇̊̈́͂k̷͙̲͔̊́́̃̿̊̂̉͒̃̕͜i̵̧̖͍͔̳̞̱̯̬̖̯̇͆͑̓ͅn̸̨͔͇̜͚͚̣͈̤̻̱͚͙̼̲͑g̷̨̢̯͓͔͔͎̯̻̟̖̮̘͚̾̎̃̏̇̓̑̓͝ͅ ̶͉̮̘̤̭͓̙̩͖͋̐̋͆͗͘͘͠͠t̴͈̜̤̹͊͆͐͐̒́̊͘͜͝͝h̵͍̲͒̈́̇i̵͚͌ͅn̸̟͎̅͗̐͠g̷̨̧̟̘̳̳͈̬̦͖̃͒̎̓̊̈́̄̚͝͠ͅs̶̨̨̢͓̱̳̬̭̠̈̊̏́̂̌ ̴̦̯͍̮̬̳̱͍͇̩̤͖͍̉̓̇̌̃̎̀̇́̅̐̉͋͜͠w̶̖͔͎̗͕̠͗̀͒̇̅͋́͋̈̕ơ̶͎̲̜̏̅̒̋̓͊̈́̓̃͊̆̇͛͜r̸̡̻̫̝͔̹̙̲̘͖͒̔́̐͆̑̑̕͘͝s̶̩͌̐́̌̈́͐͐͒̇́̈́̚e̴̛͓͛̉.̶̡̨͔̙͉̈́.̸̩̝͔̝͖̄̾̓͜.̴̧̧̱̬͇͉̘̣̣̗̳̼̻̯̕
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Y̷̨̛̖̱͛̇͂̈̔̈́̃̅̓̊̍̚͝ö̶̢͎̼̻̠̣̗͓́̿̊̀́̑̌̅͐̍̃̏̾͌̂ǘ̵̢̞͔̩̘̟̩̻͝ ̸͖̆̃͐̂͆͐͗̑̕͝ä̵̜́̃͗̓̄̆̃̾̎̆̒̌̊͘͝r̸̼̼̠̖͔̙͖̖̞̣̓͑͂̏̈̂̈́̈̃̐̈́̅͝ȩ̸͓͕̪̬̪̟̹̝͔̞̒͊̾̌͘ͅ ̵̡͉̺̥̝̱̔̀̈́͋͌̎̈́̒̾̉͂́͆́͘ů̵̡̲̯̙̪͉̜̪̼̰̣̺̝̼͖̆̂̈́́̓͌͛̂͒̍s̶̢̛̪͚̣̳͆́̌̊̒e̵̯͙̪̼̜̤͙̯̥͔̣̹͊̒̅͒̄̌͋͂̈́͛̽͘͜͝l̴̢̨̺̘̩̞͖̼̗͆̾́͜͝ȩ̸̛͛̐͑͘̕ş̷̛͉̪̘̱̩̜̝̣̲̟͓̼̤̈́̑͗̇̀̋͗͆̓̓s̶̻̱̘̈́̀̈́ ̷̡̀̀̆̓̈́̽͒̇̀͛̚͝-̸̡͈̮̥̹̮̙̹̽͜ ̶̡̦̖̲͖͈͕̖͉͍̠̈́̉́͆̾͐̉̿̕͜
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Y̵͍̹̫͖͉̯̥̣̣͇̬̱̋̿ȯ̵̡̨̖̞̪̻͍̟̯̋͊͛̊̐̐̅͑̚͜ͅͅu̵̩͗͆̀̒͗̈́̊̒̐̾͑̅̀͝͝ ̶͎̥̼̱̻̲͕̝͔̻͇͈͚̰̩͐̓͐͛̀͐̌̂̚͘ä̶̡͎͈͍̟̗̘̼͈̯̞̙͓́̀͐ŗ̵͈̞̮̪̜̘̰̉͜ę̸̮̱̹̩̩̤̯̖̫͍̊͆̔͊̅̈̌̒̔̌́̆̈́̈́͠ͅ ̸̩͎͈̺̮͎̭͕̣͔͆͊́͋̂͗̿̈̈́̌͑͒͘̚ñ̷̢̗͓͓̗̱̟͈̘̈́̽̎̋̈́͊̀̾̑͛͝o̸̳̝̥̪̳̯̫̳̣͍̲̓͐͂͊̀̋̉́ͅt̷̯͕̦̲̟͕̋͒̐̈́̌̓̏͗̾̿̐́͘͝ḥ̵̥̖̩́̽̽͆͒̌̈́̈͆͋ì̶̤̠͕̱͕̘̦̘͎̫̼̣̔ñ̸̨̥̭̺͇̱̰̭͚̺̯̊͌̔̿͒̑̓̚ͅg̸̙͖̭̥͈̱̺̼͙̦̫̪̊̽̀͗ ̸͔̮̘̳͍̣̭́͗͗͗̏-̶̛͙̰̫̪̠̰͇͉̾̆̀̈͌̈́͋͘͘ͅ ̷̧̠͙̤̮̻͈̤̃̃̍̐̂̈́̈́̌͗̅̉͗͠ͅ
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N̸̨̥̮̫̼̭̪̮͉͇͍͚̝̫͙̋̓̾̃̑̂̎̚͠o̴̝͎̣̖͈̠͙̖̤͇̓̏́͜͜ͅ ̷̜̖̟͈̰͍̙̫̫̣̜̪̏͊̄̚ͅo̵͕̔͊̚ņ̷͇̟̻͕̜͉̗̙͔̦͑̎̀̔͗͒̇̽͂̋͊̚ę̷̢̡͕̘͎͓̖̺̮̦̯͓̤̭̅̋̀̎͂̇͋͝ ̵̨̖̥̘͎̪̘͇͉̃̄̀̆́͛͝d̶̗̭̩̭͂͊͆ę̷̣̻̹̼͇̫̫̖̐̚s̴̡̡̤̱̬͕̦̠̩̯̥̥̥̽͐̈́̾e̶̤͔̟͔̍̈̎͑̾͐̍͋͒̌̕r̸̨̡̤͈̞̣͈͛̀̀̎̋͆͒̒̋̈v̸̗̪̟͙͔͌̈́̉̀͌͋̑̊̚̚̚͝e̶̛͈̳̮͒͌̎̓̐̋̏̍̌̅̐̃͘ş̴̥̰̼͈͇̣͖̘͍̺̞̩͓̐̏̃̌̑͜ ̸̲̻̜͈͈̔̅͌͂̇y̷͎͓͖͕͚͇̗͙͇̩̬̻̎̿̄́̎̍͂̊ơ̵̱̭̗͙͛̑͒̄̽̐̈́̍̔̚ͅu̶̞̺͇̫͎̗̻̮̇̉̑̏̔̂̓͑̉̀̚͝ ̶̳̥̜̭͎͓̥̳́̈́̄͒̉̇̉̓͠͝-̵̛̺̘͎̞͔̬̠̭̰̈͋́͘͠ ̵̨̢̱͈͖̹̪͕̪͎̅̓̒
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Ṉ̶̢̀́̄̈́͜o̶̹̤̩̗̯̱͊̑͗̇͗̀͌̇̾̀̋̕͜t̸̪̪̫̭̜͎̘̭̹̳́̾͊ĥ̴̲̪͖̫̦͊͆̃̀̋͌͆̏ͅi̶͇̝̩͎̊̆̋̑͒͝n̶̤̺̦͍̖̜̬͔̠̩̖͇̳̎̆̽̈́̆̆̌́͑̈́̿͘̕͜ḡ̴̨̧̲̭̘͚̼̥͔̻͎̟͙͛̌͝ͅ ̵̨̧͙̻̹̺̬̟͔͔͈͖̝̤͔̏͛͗͊̽̊̈̏͋ņ̵̤̙̮͕̟̭̟̜̗̯̺̹͚̀̍̕é̷̟̹̘̱̦̮̪̟e̸̺͇̱̬͔̞̪̺̳̰̞̐̋̃̋͗̓̅ḋ̸̡̯̹̥̠̯͕̟̦̹͉̘̯̏̌̈͊̃͌̂̍̎̒̕͝͠s̵̡̪̙͚͓̬̺͚̪̺̰̪͇͒́͠ ̷̡͎͇͚͈̙͍̱͍̯̥̖̋͜y̶̰͉͚̦̭͐̀̉̈́̚̕͝o̴͍̳͔̺̳̱͓̝̒͛̈́̑͂͋̀̂̍̏̆̄͜͠ŭ̴̗̝̞̈͒́̋̚͝ ̴̧̥̬̩̼̩͇̬͈̻͍̪̟̈́̂̑̌́-̴͖̫͙͉̋͂̀̽̉̾̎̽͌̔̒̚͝ ̷̨̋̈́̈́̓
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N̸̛̪͎̯͚͔̞̱̝̪͍̗͊̽͛̿̽̀̊̐́̄̈́̚o̵̡͔͇̓̔͋̓̂̀͘̚ ̵̧̛̫͔̻̞̯̙̟̪͈̤̟̗̮͒̾͗̆͊̐͜o̷̡͙̥̺̳̙̬̼͎̭̟̼̊̑̊̅̂͊͝ň̴̠̙̬͛̊̕̚͠e̴̛͈͉͎͉͕͕͕͕̠̊̊̆͑̾͗̅͒͋̂̇͘͠ͅ ̴̱̠̹̆̓l̵̤̉͒̾̍͌̏̍̋́̓͝i̸̧͉̦̠͔̠̥̰̇́͛̌̎̈́͜k̷̡͔̮͇̠̘͚͕̘̼̠͋̈́̇́͜͜͠e̵̗̳͕̔͑͋͋̾s̷̢͎͉͎̰̟̮̯̤̱͇̼̫͍̳͛̀̓͑̽̃̈́͐̀͌̀̏͘ ̵̗̃̎̍͆͒̍͒͋ÿ̶̥̯̭̻̫̩̟̯̬͙̣̮́̃̈́̊́̃̾̏́͂̕͘̕͝ọ̷̡͙̝̤͚̲̫̰͚̰̩̑̚͜ͅů̸̞̯͖́͂͂̈͋̆͑̍̏͠ ̷͇̪̻̯̑̈̌͂̄͛̌̑͐̂̄-̴̡̧̯̭̜̹̽̈́͗͌̑̅̔̅̾̈́̄͘̕
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If no one likes me, then why da hec do they act nice to me? If they were lying, they could've just told me that they hated me. Sure, I would be sad, but telling me their true thoughts about me is better than lying about their thoughts about me. Unless...those voices are trying to trick me into 'loosing my determination'...
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Since when did someone told them that I even have determination in the first place? Whoever told them that, then they must be just giving out guesses left and right, because hel did they guess that thingy right.
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...Now that I have thought about it...
...Where...am I...now..?
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Oh-kay, now-
Of course I'm gonna change some stuff here, because hec am I going to keep something like THAT for my liking.
Soooo - yeah, there may be lots of changes in the future when it comes to future me looking through this book. Many tweakings, most likely, I say.
So yeaaaaaaa-
See y'all in the next part, I suppose >->
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