Chapitre 6: Huh. Is That So.
Alright. Let's try calling out. Wonder if someone will respond? Wait. Though how should I behave? What would be the least suspicious way? Mmm... I wonder?...
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... Am I stalling? Absolutely. Sigh. Why must I be an adult. Parents. Y'all had to develop a conscience and a sense of responsibility in me. You just had to. Why can't I be a spoiled brat? I know, I know. Because my conscience will smother me long before anyone else does. Sigh. Can I return & get a refund on this useless conscience? Let's try going with fake it till you make it. If that doesn't work, then I guess it's the super cliché - amnesia plotline!!! Yaay! Cue audience cheering!... Bleh.
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So here goes nothing. Deep breath. Ground yourself. You can do it! You can absolutely do it! I mean, what's the worst that can happen? They kill you? So? This isn't "me" me in the first place so wouldn't it be better to take my chances dying than to live out a tortured life? Who knows, maybe dying will send me back... Mmm... Should I... try it out?
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Let's keep that as plan B then. After all, this potato was only lean & fit because the three of us were DDR maniacs! It. Was. Fun. That's it. I don't particularly like working out or something. Nor have I ever liked to suffer unreasonably. So let's see as it goes eh? Alrighty then. Ahem.
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"Hello?" Cough cough cough. Shii...taki mushrooms! Talking hurts! It's like someone shoved glass shards into my throat!!! Aaaaaaaaa! Momma! It hurts!!! Also what's with this growly barely human voice here? Hue! This goes on, they wouldn't be too wrong in trying to stuff me into a psychiatric institution...
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Let's try again... "... hello? ...Is anyone there?..."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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Power Stone 
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