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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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I started my morning on Kōen-dōri, grabbing a coffee from that little shop, you know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, her name’s Aiko. She always smiles, and I’m like, “Aiko, you’re the reason I get up!” But today, she was outta my fave blend. Ugh! I mean, c’mon! It’s like starting a race with one shoe. So, I settled for some weird matcha latte. Not my jam, but whatever.

ERASED ‒ Episode 10