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I find myself wonder how I managed to get all the way from Kansas to Los Angeles, when I did not make it so. What sort of magic is this? I try to get back, and I can not. Never before could I not go where I wanted. I tried to be polite and ask someone on the streets. He however, was useless. It's wonderful that the men in this time actually bathe, but it seems to be that most of them lack any sort of manners.
I wish to know who dares to hold me here, without even an explanation. I feel power all over, directly in this city, and yet, none of it seems to be responsible for this. It vexes me to know that someone out there feels they can treat so many people like puppets. The task I must complete can not be carried out here.
I wish to know who dares to hold me here, without even an explanation. I feel power all over, directly in this city, and yet, none of it seems to be responsible for this. It vexes me to know that someone out there feels they can treat so many people like puppets. The task I must complete can not be carried out here.
