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The streets were overflowing, people running in and out of shops in a frenzy, some doubled over in pain and yet there he was, standing like the lost little boy he had always been. Was this what his new life had become? A town filled with lunatics, frantically searching the area, he hoped to find the road that’d lead back home to Margo’s house, but instead he collided into a pole and fell back against the slippery streets, eyes now settled on the sky as he remained frozen in place. “Maybe if I don’t move, no one will notice me,” he murmured under his breath to himself, nose scrunching in disgust as he picked up on the lingering scent that wasn’t anything like the much more pleasurable petrichor.