I walk into a familiar town, flowers blooming everywhere I look. I remember the layout of the houses from the last time I was here - it must have been 15 years ago. I walk familiar routes, talk to familiar people, and smell familiar scents; pollen and honey. But there are two unfamiliar people. They must have moved here in the decade and a half I’ve been away. But when I go to greet them, something strange happens. They give me a fucking Jirachi.
I’ve talked before about the lengths I went to in
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