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I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

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First thing, Yuki spills juice all over the tatami mats. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I’m trying to clean it up, and Haru’s running around like a little tornado. I swear, I thought I’d lose my mind. But then, we head out to the Hirosaki Park. It’s massive! I mean, you could get lost in there.

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