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Nothing interesting happened while I was at Marisa’s grave, but then again, I picked this specific area precisely because nobody comes around here. I hang around there for about an hour or two before I figure that it’s best for … Continue reading →

“Welcome to Mildred’s Shop, can I help you with anything?” The customer who walked in gives a typical “No I’m good” response with the kind of face that shows he’s trying to be nice but is clearly annoyed with me. … Continue reading →