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But real talk—it’s risky. Cops lurkin’, creeps everywhere, ugh. Makes me wanna yell, “This world’s gone nuts!” Still, she’s chill, tellin’ me ‘bout her day—dude tried to pay with a fake gold coin once. “Like No Face’s trash,” she laughs. I’m dyin’, man, too funny! We vibe, but I’m thinkin’—damn, this life’s tough. “You’re spirited away,” I say, all wise-like. She nods, eyes far off.

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to deal with Gull, Netley and himself, half-convinced that they had come to invite her to some gamey party: a more sordid after.

First off, I head down to the local café on the corner of Netley Abbey Road. You know the one, right? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best bacon sarnies in town. I grab my usual, and the barista, bless her, spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Great start, mate!” But she laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too.

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