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REPORTER: Why are you a Pokémon watcher?
Tracey: Well it's a long story... Is the interview private?
REPORTER: Talk! You're wasting the tape!
Tracey: Okay, well here I go. Well, the first sound I ever heard was my only family flatlining. Then they shoved me in an orpanage. Eventually I learned to walk and talk just like normal kids. But by then I hated everything they did. So I did the best thing I've ever done--escaping. Escaping was perfect--until I got hungry. I couldn't eat. I wasn't as good out there as I thought I would be. I needed help--fast. And I got help. I didn't need an orpanage. All I needed was myself and Pokémon. They're the reason I'm alive now. Then I met Venonat. We set out for a job. Finally, I managed to buy a Pokéball. Then I worked and worked. By 18, I got into Pokémon Tech. It made a new definition to "rough". I made it. Then I went to be a nurse for Pokémon. Most of the Pokémon knew me. I stayed there. But I didn't fit in too long. So I quit. It took me a year to figure out what to be. I became a Pokémon watcher and that's where I am now. Is that enough?
REPORTER: Yeah. Even more than I want. Well goodbye. Thank you!
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And that ends this fic.- Karpé.