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There's an amazing junk shop on Hawthorne. Immediately upon entering, you're overcome by the sweet dusty smell of aged, once-loved things. Racks of stiff, outlandish clothes create a crushing maze when you walk through the door, and after you've tried some on and imagined yourself a sultry songstress, a(more)
Sorry I missed this apocalypse, guess I'll try to catch the next one.
Admittedly, he did have some, but still not as many for someone his age. Nasei barely paid them any mind, even when stroking his okami's face. They were only natural, and actually a little befitting of a man with a silvering black mane... his eyes were sharp, but the(more)