[Private: 70-ish% unhackable]
I have...a friend. I have made three...friends.
...four. Five...?
...
I don't understand.
They act like it's simple. But I still don't understand. Is it them? Or is it just...this place.
...
Am I still alone?
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Everyone in this city is here for a reason. What is it that is shared? What is it these people have in common?
Perhaps it isn't just one thing. Perhaps each is different. Perhaps it is...a potential. Something to change.
[She sounds like she really, really wants to say something else, but cuts herself off.]
Hn. Of course, no one can say but those responsible.
Maybe it doesn't matter after all.