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Chapter 2: Complaints (Arlo’s POV)
“And if they can’t handle basic orders, then they shouldn’t have joined Team Rocket! It’s so irritating how they’ll mess up basic orders like catching a shiny pokemon! Honestly, I should take this up with Giovanni-sama!” I was talking to Cliff and Sierra when I saw a girl running from the baker’s Arcanine. “Damn brat, wonder why she doesn’t just buy the bread like a normal perso-” I paused as I looked at the girl. She looked like an older version of my little sister that ran away. It had been 10 years since I saw her. No way it’s Aaron, she should have died of starvation already. Despite the fact that she should’ve died, I felt so uncomfortable because she looked so much like her. Today would have been her 20th birthday.