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Kesu
Summer 19, 515
Summer 19, 515
Kesu walked down the seemingly endless street, mournfully. She was down to her last few Kina, and she didn't know who to blame. She was frustrated with herself, her lack of money, her unemployment, and her lack of accomplishments. All in all, she was angry at the world, and it showed on her face.
Walking around, Kesu eventually found herself in front of a plain white door, with a simple, yet informative sign emblazoned upon it. 'The Shooting Star'. Pushing the door open quietly, Kesu entered the golden-colored room, picking up on snatches of quiet conversation from people throughout the room. Normally, Kesu wouldn't come to a place like this, but she needed to get plastered in peace, rather than in a rowdy bar.
Sitting down in a seat with a comfortable white pillow as a cushion, Kesu laid her head down on the table, groaning. The entire situation in general gave her a headache.
Walking around, Kesu eventually found herself in front of a plain white door, with a simple, yet informative sign emblazoned upon it. 'The Shooting Star'. Pushing the door open quietly, Kesu entered the golden-colored room, picking up on snatches of quiet conversation from people throughout the room. Normally, Kesu wouldn't come to a place like this, but she needed to get plastered in peace, rather than in a rowdy bar.
Sitting down in a seat with a comfortable white pillow as a cushion, Kesu laid her head down on the table, groaning. The entire situation in general gave her a headache.
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Credit for this boxcode goes to Sal Mander.
