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    “I’ve been wandering these streets for two weeks, and nobody is looking for me; nobody recognizes me.”
    “I’m not sure I follow,” the man says, cocking his head to the side. “Two weeks? Are you not from around here?”
    You laugh bitterly.
    “I wish I knew, sir… I…” Suddenly you start to question exactly how much of your story is believable, and how much of it you should cut out in order to preserve the stranger’s belief in your psyche - mentioning your ghost is automatically out of the question. “I woke up in an alley two weeks ago, and have been trying to figure things out since.”

    A story about coming to terms with oneself, learning to operate in the world and to live, and creating bonds that run so deep it makes all the pain and struggle worth it.
    (The point of this fic is comfort for those who might need it. Contains pre-canon, TON of original content ranging from pure comedy to somber drama, will contain: canon and quite possibly post-canon. But we're not there yet. This is a marathon.)

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    17 Sep 2025

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    very good and will most definitely read later

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