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2024-10-29 19:42:56Days didn’t turn to weeks but an entire month and seventeen days past counting. Their stay in this town occupied their time spent plotting the lay of the rooftop map to figure out where they could stay or charge their portable solar generator. The necessity for energy leveled their skills into well using their equipment for several things until they finally found a place within the community of rooftop dwellers.
They were neither given any notice once the people from the slums and illegal settlers became their friends in minor ways, like Imago and the times they spent playing with children. Even teaching them basic things a kid would learn in preparatory schools for kinder or lower levels of education. Those lessons would become the foundation that the kids would hold simple in their minds even if they were not of the grandest.
They made one of the middle-class level apartments their place as a form of home and base, with access to the outskirts of the town and a
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