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The world looks a little off color back here. Like those cheap imitations of famous paintings, every shade a little too bright, too garish. I feel like I never left, but it's not a pleasant feeling. I feel...expendable, I guess. I feel like everyone knows some secret that they're not telling, like they're whispering behind my back and glancing at me out of the corners of their eyes. And that sounds extremely paranoid. It's probably just me. Maybe I changed in two weeks. For the better, for the worse, who knows...I feel like something here needs to change, too, to even things out. To make the colors right again. I'm not talking about big changes. Just...little things. Which would indeed be the opposite of big. I'm rambling. Silly Ali, tricks are for kids.