District Branch Manager's Log, Day 3Ah, what a tricky thing the human mind is. The streets bustle and chatter below, but not a single sound reaches my ears. The air is stagnant, barely even lending a breeze to cool my sweaty brow. No, in fact, the only wind that's blowing at all is a rather foul front hailing from the distant land of my bowels. My
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Tachibana beating you.
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Perhaps some tea might make you feel better?
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