In a carriage next to a storefront.

And if you can find them, go right the [omitted] ahead.

You want to know the truth? I can’t let go. I can’t ignore it. I can’t tell myself enough that I’m never going to find them. I’ve spent years talking to contacts, spending money I don’t have, trying to find something, anything that might tell me-…

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But there’s always that stupid spark in the back of my head. That yearning that it was… justified somehow. That one day they’ll find me and explain everything and they’ll love me and support me and help me get a real job and I won’t have to constantly owe others and…

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[Sniff]

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I… I hate it. I hate them…

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