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She’s got this scar, Clarice, riiiight here—chin jagged. Says it’s from a john, glass bottle, 2019. Adds character, I say, she just smirks. “Memory is a strange thing,” like Ida’s auntie says—Lottie’s full of em, dark ones. Thnk she keeps em like trophies. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s larger than life, swear it. Smokes like a chimney, cheap cigs, stinks up everything. Hella funny tho—called me “fancy pants” once, nearly died laughin.

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I finally snag a seat, and I’m sippin’ my latte, feelin’ all artsy. I start sketching some ideas for my next animation project. Hachioji’s got this vibe, man. The mix of old-school temples and modern buildings is just chef’s kiss. I’m doodling away, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly, this dude bumps into my table. My latte goes flying! I’m like, “Dude, seriously?!”

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