THINK OF HOME

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Counter Fare-A-Day, they call you.
You're only vaguely aware of the job title's meaning...
...but you turn 16 on the last day of December.

You have responsibilites now,
and everyone expects you to do this work.

The gas mask man seems charmed, despite appearances.
Your focus is on the lady, anyhow -- she seems entirely too pleased to be here.
Or, no... rephrase that. She seems entirely too prepared to be here.

No one packs a bag to come to some place like this.
No one likes the cold wind, or the falling leaves.
No one should, anyway.

That's why you're surrounded by cut trees.

You should probably greet them.

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