What a day.

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You walk across Ratmeat toward your room at the Sandyclaw Inn. the sooner you can forget about today, the better.

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You pass by the same couple kids kicking a patched-up beach ball around. You shake your head. It's been a whole month and you still can't wrap your head around the fact that the people on the Mainlands are letting kids grow up in a prison. What the goddamn fuck.

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You know in the back of your head that every day's gonna be like this. Breathing shitty air, eating shitty food, dealing with shitty people, and going to sleep in a shitty bed.

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Day after day.

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For the rest of your life.

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This can't go on.

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There has to be a way out of here.

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You have to escape.