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While Luffy was busy fighting a vending machine on the dock that ate his coins (some things never change across dimensions), I sat on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, looking out at the departure gate. Someone had left a crumpled piece of paper behind near the gangplank—a printout of a digital note. It was about the fear of moving abroad, about realizing that "better" isn't just about the location, but about the small, unremarkable things that hold you together.
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