This is a neat city-- hustle and bustle. Like a mini-Tokyo. Heh. Without the abundance of crazies! (Why is that?)
Our new building is bigger than I thought it would be... I sorta miss my old cramped office though.
Except I don't miss the smell of turnips. Aw, maybe I'm just getting sentimental. Journalists can have feelings too, you know.
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He's... here in the city, too. I don't know what to do. They gave me the address of his school in the tracking papers, but... should I find him? Say something? "Hey, sorry I wasn't there for 18 years of your life, but let's be best buddies!"
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Raine, I hope he got your compassion. I really do.
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