Hello there, my readers that number in the tens of… tens. Your semi-monthly dose of idiot pokemon trainer is back.

I had fun with writing descriptions this time. Have fun reading :D

-SpiritOfErebus

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I woke up on the lobby benches.

It wasn't natural for somebody without food poisoning to not eat anything for two days, not to mention the fact that I was slightly malnourished before because of my primarily potato-based diet, occasionally supplemented by a Magikarp. Not that the fish was particularly nutritious or had a lot of potential.

But what did surprise me was that I did not feel like fainting.

"Are you better now?" Holly said, concerned. From besides me, she moved a half-full carton of grape juice away from me and tentatively patted my shoulder. Slowly, I righted my position on the bench, noting the fact that my frayed, bargain down jacket was already stuffed in my very large backpack, amidst the other bits and bobs such as homemade signaling flags, a stash of dried berries, the jar of acid that was my third backup plan against the Nosepass, amongst other things.

Shaking my head, I realized that I had been ignoring Holly for quite the while now. Maybe it was due to the lingering dizziness, but shaking my head made me feel like the bones in my neck were about to disassemble themselves with the amount of soreness that sleeping in an improper position brought my relatively scrawny body.

"Yeah, I'm… better." I said. "Good, really."

Trying to stand up yielded a wave of dizziness that made me see spots. After the colorful wave borne of the change in blood pressure, I stumbled back down in to the chair. My badge case rustled in my pocket, and I brought it out just because I had it. Opening it, I saw the badge itself. A weird, twisted piece of metal that vaguely looked like two arrows pointing in different directions.

It was my prize. Along with the 3000 dollars, now 2997 because I had bought one slightly overpriced candy bar.

"I really feel better." I said. For once, my mind was clear. For once, I wasn't thinking about scatterbrained things, food (even if I was ravenously hungry), or ways to break rocks involving ice.

It was like a ghost had been exorcized out of my body, bringing me eternal peace.

"You do look better." Holly remarked, looking at my more relaxed facial expression. The stress lines that had been creasing my face constantly for the past two weeks had dissipated, leaving behind the beginnings of wrinkles.

How unfair. I was still only eighteen, and just out of high school.

"But if I don't do well enough this summer, I won't be able to get an impressive enough trainer resume in order to qualify for Mauville College's sports requirement. I still need to get at least two badges this month in order to actually apply for a gap year with a reasonable excuse before actually starting college. Man, thinking about school really makes me stress."

"Your forehead's creasing again." Holly sighed. "What is it this time, the next gym?"

"...Kind of." I sighed. "It's school things. College application and whatnot."

"Well… Want to get some food?" Holly said.

"Wait, let me pay you back for the grape juice first." I said, bringing out my phone. "How much was it in the vending machine?"

"No, you really don't need to." Holly said. "I… I drank it myself. Don't worry about it."

"I can taste the grape in my mouth." I deadpanned, my pale face turning to face her slightly red face. After all, it was slightly cold here due to the air conditioning. Was she catching a cold? "Seriously, I just got three thousand. I can pay for grape juice."

"Oh, god, it's hopeless…" Holly muttered. "Why did I choose to- Just forget about the grape juice, please."

Despite everything, I still wired her two dollars. That seemed like the right price. Standing up, now only slightly wobbly, I shouldered my backpack and closed the money wiring app…

And immediately saw my messages blowing up.

Big Bro, you did it!

Winston, we're so proud of you!

Holy shit dude, you actually beat a gym! I thought you said you gave up! The switch was actually legendary!

Along with it, were various emojis of celebration sent by distant relatives that were probably told by my parents that I had been competing that day, various middle school friends congratulating me, and people that I had last talked to at the graduation ceremony for our high school suddenly reaching out to me once more, maybe questioning how I got past this part of my pokemon journey despite my self-imposed restrictions.

There was a lot to respond to. The amount of messages honestly made me feel kind of dizzy and overwhelmed. I sent emojis back to emojis as I walked out the door, slouched forwards because of the backpack. Holly followed me, and from the reflection in the glass, I could see her gently smile as I limped out of the building, dragging my feet forwards despite everything.

The sun wasn't shining. In fact, it was a cloudy day. In contrast to a thematic end to my seven years of struggle and that summer of regrets, the day was perfectly ordinary to everybody else.

This would just be another "congrats, bro" sent through the chat for a lot of my past friends and acquaintances. This was literally no different for the gym leader, having probably lost to people that used type-disadvantaged pokemon before. This was no different for the average person on the street, given the fact that they had no incentive to care at all about my gym battle.

However, irrationally, I still wanted to shout from the top of my lungs that I had won.

I, Winston Snowberry, had redeemed myself!

Looking at the 2995 still left in my bank account, I wired back two thousand in order to cover my sister's tuition and actually pay our income tax.

The number 995 remained.

It was still plenty. Obviously, not enough for an expensive, reality-breaking piece of equipment like a poke-ball. However, it was still enough for food, some snacks, and transport to the next gym.

Mauville was accessible through a tunnel. However, that tunnel was filled with potentially falling rocks and was rumored to be blocked. That was not something I was willing to risk. Instead, it was recommended that trainers went to slateport, then biked or hitched a ride up to Mauville.

That was the route I was going to take.

Looking down at the 995 I still had left, I was… a bit concerned. I needed to win Brawley's Gym battle before then, or defeat several trainers in order to keep my net losses at zero. That was discounting costs such as food for my pokemon, transport, etc cetera.

But first? It was time to finally get rid of the type disadvantage. The Wurmple was a Wurmple, and Glalie was an Ice type against Fighting Types. That clearly wasn't going to work out.

For once, I actually wanted to be the one with an advantage.

"So… what now?" Holly said, looking at the darkening skies. Despite everything, despite the clouds that obscured the horizon, the sun still shone brightly on one particular patch that denoted where west generally was. Glowing softly red, it was able to illuminate her face in a soft, orange light.

"Want to get some food? My treat."

"You really don't have to. Remember, I'm-"

"I need to apologize." I sighed. "It won't be that expensive. Nothing you're used to, I'm sure."

"No, no! There's-"

"Forget it." I sighed. "It's not going to be good enough."

And it wasn't. Despite everything, despite my victories, I was only one metal plate richer. After paying taxes and tuition, I really was down on money, even though I was closer to my overall goal. The two days of paying rent while I sealed myself in the apartment really cost me.

"You know what?" Holly said, grinning and putting a hand on my shoulder. "Let's go anyway. It'll be interesting to get something different from the hotel food I usually eat."

"You sure?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "This could give you food poisoning."

"Well, at least I'm not the idiot that starved himself for two days for absolutely no reason. That's basically getting food poisoning, isn't it?"

I sighed. I was never going to live my temporary insanity down.

…

Strictly speaking, the food in front of me wasn't really food.

It was more like a collection of flavoring on top of an edible paste… shaped to look like noodles, most likely via some sort of noodle making crank-operated contraption. The flavorings on top of it were oily and spicy, dotted with flakes of what looked like real peppers. Whether or not it was actually real, however, depended on how plastic-like it seemed.

The sausage was another story. Freshly stripped out of its plastic skin, with off-brand mascots printed on the wrapper in a haphazard manner and foreign letterings all over, it was definitely more… other things than actual meat.

Still, It was food. And one small bowl only cost five, rounding two bowls up to ten.

Placed in a paper cup and given a plastic spork to use, it was the classic picture of either a very light breakfast or a desperate midnight snack. However, colored in the dying lights of a sunset and the old, yellowing fluorescents of the small stand that sold the things in the first place, it seemed less like a discolored blob of synthetic goods mashed together, and more of a promise of what noodles could have been.

Shading really was important.

Habitually picking off some splinters off the mass produced single use chopsticks, I smoothed out the paper packet that it came in and dug into the cold noodles. The spices hit my tongue, instantly giving me the hit of flavor that I had been missing for the past couple days. That, and the promise of more food(food!) almost immediately made me drool, if not for the fact that I was already eating.

Looking up from my cup, I saw Holly's crumpled chopstick wrapper thrown to a corner of the flimsy plastic table, looking at the mass of food strangely.

"Don't worry. I'll eat two." I said, grinning.

"I was just figuring out how to use chopsticks again." She said, half-glaring at me, before eating some of the noodles in defiance. Then, she slowly and deliberately reached for the cup of water as her face grew redder and redder, this time not illuminated by the sun.

"And that's spicy things for you." I said. "It's a great investment if you don't want to taste anything else in your food other than the spice. In other words, perfect for me."

Putting down the paper cup, she half-glared at me. "Spicy foods can be good. Look at what spice does to curry."

"And look at what it does to this." I said, tilting my paper cup a bit so she could see the thoroughly mixed contents. The wide, pasty rice noodles had been mixed with the red oils, bits of sausage, and the occasional bits of green onion to look vaguely like a failed attempt at painting with watercolor.

We sat in silence for a bit. I took another bite of the cold noodles.

"...So. The apology." Holly mentioned.

I sighed. The spice burning slightly in my mouth did nothing to distract me from the feeling that was frustration. The vague heaviness and dullness that came with bits of sense that something wasn't right.

Was it really something I had to apologize for?

After all, it was necessary. Without it, I wouldn't have been able to increase my perceptiveness. I hadn't been able to see into the clouds of hail before I tried to alter my brain chemistry via starvation, but I had been able to when I did.

But at the same time, it was a stupid decision. My already somewhat shoddy health was probably going over the edge with this sudden spout of extreme dieting. To outsiders, I was insane, freezing myself into my own apartment room and refusing to accept aid.

Despite everything, it wasn't a decision I could come to regret.

"Okay." I said, organizing my thoughts. "In retrospect, there was probably something I could have done to increase my vision that wasn't correlating a rock with food and starving myself. I'm not going to defend that. In the possible list of plans, that was probably… bottom five. I could have maybe even gone for infrared goggles or something, despite the fact that rocks don't have body heat… where was I going with this again?"

"You were apologizing?" Holly sighed.

"Right, right. I'm going to get there." I said, "Anyways, the point is that I'm an idiot and I'm never going to stop being an idiot. I found a way that had a decent success rate, that actually takes negative resources since I would be saving food by doing it, and didn't involve any lasting investments, so I utilized it. That's just the way I think. So, all I'm saying is that… maybe, the next time I come up with a stupid idea, or maybe think of potential ideas to deal with inevitable problems in other gyms… I'll come to you for help?"

For a moment, Holly was silent. Her chopsticks clicked against each other as they began to slip from her lax grip.

"I mean, I don't really even know why you're this worried about me." I said, scratching my chin and contemplating it. "I mean, humans not eating for a couple of days were common occurrences in ancient history. We've just gotten good at avoiding this version of extreme dieting with farming. Nowadays, some people even take to fasting as a way to lose weight. But I guess if you're concerned about it, I have no reason to reject your concern."

"The fact of the matter is that there's always a better way!" Holly said, finally putting down her chopsticks. "Me supervising you doesn't matter! I mean, it's a good gesture, but you shouldn't even come to this type of idea! Just catch another type of pokemon! Change your strategy! Do anything other than bashing your very fragile, organic head against the unbreakable, inorganic wall that is a type disadvantage in a serious gym battle!"

"Well, I'm going to." I said, taking another bite of the noodles. This time, the noodles tasted somewhat bland. The sauce wasn't mixed in evenly enough.

"After this, I'm going to catch a pokemon type that'll actually be good. I'm thinking Psychic. They don't have that many weaknesses, and they're good against fighting types."

"Good!" Holly said, glaring at me. "And you better stick with the decision!"

"I will. What do you think I am, an idiot?" I said, giving her a bit of a side eye.

"Yes." Holly deadpanned. "Look at what you did with Glalie in the Rock gym! Just a couple hours ago! How many times have you tried things like this?"

"That was because of an irrational childhood promise I made to Glalie." I said, crossing my arms. "If I can't respect the terms of our partnership and fulfill promises, then how am I supposed to effectively command my team as a trainer or look him in the eye as a friend? I mean, what would you do if you lied to your pokemon team about some important decision involving them?"

"...Fair enough. But no. More. Stupidity." Holly said.

"I'm all about avoiding it." I said, smugly. "Did you know I saved about five thousand on income taxes because-"

"Yes, yes. You started a business. You told me this a couple weeks ago." Holly sighed. "I get it. It's a one time thing."

"And I'm glad we have a mutual understanding." I nodded. "So, what wild psychic type pokemon actually exist around here?"

"I don't know." Holly shrugged. "I guess we'll find out tomorrow."

…

The next morning, I checked out of the apartment building. Rent was due weekly, and I didn't fancy paying another week's worth of rent and wasting time in a city that would have no future bearing on my life whatsoever.

What, were there terrorists operating here or something? Even if there were, however, those wouldn't be a problem for a below-average pokemon trainer, right?

Trying not to continue down on that particular train of thought, I waited for Holly in front of the outrageously luxurious hotel, with my hiking bag and duffel bag filled with belongings. Glalie hovered next to me as climate control for the hot weather, while I looked down at my other occupied pokeball."

"...Why did I just catch a Wurmple?" I muttered, "I wasted good money on that pokeball. And at this point, releasing it just seems cruel. But bug type is surprisingly good against psychic types, I guess? Maybe I'll keep it for that gym… if I even get that far."

However, the prospect wasn't likely. After all, bug was weak to a lot of things, like electricity, fire, and flying. The third, fourth and fifth gyms.

Oh, joy.

Ice types were neutral against electricity (but Magnetons existed and that was basically a steel type pokemon), cripplingly weak against fighting, and were at a disadvantage against fire types. At least, offensively, Glalie would do well against the flying gym. This would mean that the next member in our team needed to be able to bear all of the weight of those gyms.

…And there was no way I was finding a rare type, like ground or something. Sure, I could maybe have caught a Nincada, but those things evolved into bug types that didn't have the ground typing. Sure, maybe I could have caught a Geodude by going into a cave or something, but the fighting gym was an obstacle that I didn't want to take two type disadvantaged pokemon into.

Water types were useless against electricity. And there was no way I was finding a Mudkip to evolve into a Marshtomp.

Therefore, the decently strong psychic type pokemon were to be my objective. The only problem?

Those were also really rare.

"Should I just catch a grass type instead?" I muttered. "After all, Grass is neutral against fighting, and they have a lot of contact-based abilities like poisoning and sleep powders, and resist electricity… but then I'll have three pokemon cripplingly weak to fire, and two pokemon utterly useless against flying types. Oh, joy."

At this point, since Glalie was on my team as a final stage evolution, the pokemon I would be facing in these gym battles would also be decently strong. I couldn't just pick up team members that were convenient in every situation and get a full team, because it was almost impossible to pack enough training into the limited time I had to get at least three badges.

So, it was either to get a rare psychic type… or not get one at all.

I gritted my teeth.

In the end, it came down to luck. Something that I definitely didn't have.

"Ready to go?" Holly's voice said from behind me.

"Yeah." I said, sighing. "I guess today, we'll go back to Petalburg to catch a boat to Dewford."

"What about catching a pokemon?"

"If it happens, it happens." I shrugged. "I don't have the time or money to dawdle around in this city anymore."

"...It's called taking a vacation." Holly muttered. "It is summer break, and we've already graduated high school."

Shrugging, I put my duffel bag on on top of Glalie's relatively flat head. The contents within it didn't fear getting wet, so even if his ice melted in the intense summer heat, everything would be fine. My own backpack's contents, however, jostled around as I stood up, their weights shifting uncomfortably. Having ditched a lot of my improvised gadgets, like my flags and the potentially rock-melting acid, I was already carrying one less bag.

However, I still had to walk all the way through Petalburg woods, which took the whole day the last time I did it.

"This is more like a work trip. We go to various locations and complete different tasks."

"You make it sound so much less fun." Holly said, frowning in an exaggerated manner. "Isn't a pokemon journey fun for you?"

"No." I sighed.

"You're meeting new companions, getting new team members, and participating in a hot-blooded competition to become the pokemon champion!" Holly pumped her fist into the air with one hand and winked. "What's not to like!"

"The expenses, for one." I sighed. "That, and the fact that most people are not successful in their dreams of becoming the pokemon champion means that a lot of our blood and sweat will simply be wasted. Isn't it better to focus on more realistic goals?"

"You seemed mighty happy after your last victory, though." Holly pointed out.

"And is it not natural to be happy after successes?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "It's just like being happy that the task you were assigned to do by your manager was completed, or being happy that you can finally get off the boat ride to visit one location for an hour when vacationing. Fundamentally, there is no difference between vacation and work. The only difference is that one gives you positive money, while the other can only be tax-deductible if you list it as a company activity."

"I get it. You outlined this a couple of weeks back for me." Holly said, reciting. "Businesses can claim simple meals as company expenses."

"Good!" I said. "Glad to see you actually studied that thing. But the point is, me actually succeeding on this journey is a fantasy. It's something that can only happen in fiction."

Looking at Glalie, who was looking around the street corners for some reason, I sighed.

"And fantasy is a dangerous thing. If you believe in it hard enough, like everybody makes us want to think, and really believe that you can do anything if you set your mind to it, once that possibility is gone and you realize that you've spent most of your life on a goal that just isn't feasible for your average capabilities… it'll destroy you. It almost destroyed us. Back when he was just a Snorunt, Glalie really wanted to beat the rock gym. If we didn't reach a realization earlier, things could have gone bad."

Holly stayed silent.

"So, from then on, I've set realistic goals." I said, shouldering my bag. "We take it step by step, and we lower the difficulty of achieving our hopes and dreams until they're at a level that we can actually get to. And now, the realistic goal is to get to Dewford. You in?"

"...Yeah." Holly said. "Let's take it one step at a time."

Showing Holly a small grin, I turned my head and continued down the street, looking at the luxury stores that were situated besides the luxury, five star hotel Holly was staying in. Each filled with things that I probably wouldn't ever afford.

But that was of no concern to me. I was finally leaving Rustboro and the rock gym behind.

…

Glalie was… concerned.

Everything else was fine. They had finally defeated the stone gym. Glalie no longer felt like a burden to Winston, having finally proven himself… after seven years.

If only they could talk with each other normally, and Winston could understand that Glalie was fine with him giving up on that old promise. Winston had been a child, and though Glalie would have felt terrible, he probably would have gotten over it.

But that wasn't the problem now. The stone gym was done and gone.

What was an issue… was that annoying Ralts. The Ralts that may prove to be clinically insane, believing in tropes in human comic books and all that nonsense. Winston had denounced the comic books… before looking at them wistfully, when he was at the age to read comic books. Perhaps it was the fact that progression was so straightforward in those plotlines.

Besides, it looked to be training in physical strength instead of actual psychic ability, which was not what the team needed. The next gym, after all, was a fighting type gym. There was no beating a fighting type gym leader at his own game.

Therefore, Glalie decided that no matter what, that Ralts would not make it onto the team.

As Winston and Holly conversed about life goals or something, they slowly made it out of Rustboro. Turning frequently, Glalie checked every street corner and alleyway. The green head of hair and the red horns were not present.

Good.

Perhaps the Ralts had found something else to obsess over.

…

An hour later, after hiking through the streets of Rustboro and crossing a bridge, Glalie felt slightly tired. Not because of the floating or the bag on him, but because of the sun shining down on his icy carapace.

"Glalie, are you okay?" his trainer asked.

With one last look in the surroundings, making sure that the problematic Ralts wasn't around, Glalie nodded.

"You're… melting." Winston observed, peering at the surface atop Glalie's head. "You should go into an air conditioned room, maybe. Just to recover. Maybe leaving one day after the gym battle was a mistake."

Glalie almost nodded, but refrained from such a show of weakness.

"Ooh, this is a berry shop! Why didn't we go in when we came here? Berries are great held items!" Holly beamed. "But I think the old man that was here last time a couple years ago is gone now… I'm kind of curious to see how the shop's doing."

"Why not." Winston shrugged. "I'll take any excuse to go into the air conditioning."

The two humans entered the shop, and Winston suddenly caught sight of a discounted tag on a bunch of slightly discolored Oran berries that had a 75% off sign in front of it. How typical.

The air conditioned atmosphere was nice. Glalie finally felt his ice begin to resolidify, and resisted the urge to use a powdered snow to bring the room down to a comfortable zero celsius. It would be nice for him, sure, but the rest of the people in the shop were squishy, summer-clothed humans.

At the very least, he had this amount of consideration. Looking out at the scorching heat slowly withering the trees outside (was that natural, or was there some sort of volcanic god being awakened somewhere?), he relished the sight of green contrasting from within the berry store. Occasionally, the wind shook the trees, showing traces of light green and… red.

Oh, no.

"Come on, just a little cheaper." Winston said in the background, totally ignorant . "Who else is going to buy all of these malformed oran berries? Just think about it. I'll give you fifty for the whole lot."

Oh, no, no, no. Glalie narrowed his eyes, peering at the thing in the bushes. Surely it was just a Shroomish, right? A Shroomish eating a wild berry.

"Sir, these are oran berries, even if they're slightly… strange." the shopkeeper argued back. "Sure, they may be experimental, but they still perform mostly the same function as oran berries."

Shroomish didn't wear armor… did they? The wooden chestplate-like thing on the creature truly cemented the identity.

"So, the result of a cross-breeding project or something?" Winston said, raising his eyes. "But looking at these shriveled things, I'd bet that no other trainer wants it, right?"

They needed to leave. Now. Glalie glanced at Winston, but Winston was fully intent on bargaining for the potentially defective oran berries.

"Our customer base simply hasn't… seen the value in them."

"And so, nobody will." Winston said. "Fifty five. My final offer."

"...At least sixty five." the store owner said, wiping some cold sweat from her brow.

"Glalie, do you think you can eat these things?" Winston said, turning, noticing Glalie's intense gaze, directed at something outside the window. "What are you looking at?"

Glalie froze. Well, not literally. He was already frozen. Turning his eyes, he tried to look anywhere but at the light green and red head peering at them through the bushes. Winston, however, turned in the direction Glalie's eyes were pointing at, before his own eyes widened.

"My lord… is that… Actually?"

"So, are we settled on sixty five?" the storeowner shouted.

"I was going to offer you sixty, but I have an opportunity to cash in on!" Winston said cheerfully, digging out an old pokeball. "Holly, can you pay sixty five for me? I'll be right back."

Running out of the storefront, Glalie quickly floated behind his master, trying to stop Winston from capturing that creature.

…

Ralts was growing increasingly desperate.

He had shown his competence. He had lifted the rock that the Glalie had set as a test, but he wasn't acknowledged. The Glalie may have forgotten about him. So, waiting on one of the exits of Rustboro city, the Ralts prayed that the opportunity he had trained and worked so hard for would finally pay off.

And there he was. His future trainer, accompanied by the Glalie, in that berry store. After a while, however, the Glalie spotted him. A grin blossomed across his face. There was no doubt about it. Soon, he would be captured, because the Glalie now remembered his existence! And surely, the Glalie would remember how Ralts had finally lifted the rather large rock above its head.

Surely.

After a life of being looked down on and insulted by other pokemon for not being able to use psychic type energy, this would be his shot to finally fulfill his fantasy. To show the other pokemon in petalburg woods that yes, he could be competent.

Suddenly, the trainer burst out of the store, and Ralts nearly fell over in excitement. It was… it was really happening!

"R-Ralts!" he cried out as loudly as he could. The sound was rather quiet, but with the widening grin on the trainer's face, Ralts knew that he was the intended target. The trainer wasn't looking for a shiny shroomish or something.

So, stepping out of the bushes proudly, dragging the rock that testified his strength behind him, he prepared to begin his greatest journey.

…

"No, way! It really is a Ralts!" I shouted, pointing at the creature awkwardly trying to drag a rock out of the bushes. The Ralts looked to be slightly mentally ill, carrying a pointless rock wearing a wood-like plate despite psychic pokemon primarily relying on not being hit in the survivability department.

Still, it probably wasn't a big deal. This was a Ralts! An actual psychic type pokemon! Who cares if it's a little crazy?

Quickly, I threw the pokeball just as the pokemon tugged on the rock once more, before losing its grip and tumbling onto the grass in an ungainly heap. The pokeball bounced on hits head, before flashing red, capturing the creature in a red glow, before hitting the ground.

Waiting for the ball to shake, I realized that it hadn't even shaken once. The Ralts didn't even try to resist.

That… was odd.

"But hey, at least it's a psychic type, right? No matter the current ability, I can train it to be an offensive monster against fighting types." I nodded to myself.

This was a purely positive development.

Behind me, Glalie collapsed onto the grass.

"What's wrong?" I said, turning and looking at a Glalie who, despite his normally frozen, expressionless visage, currently communicated an emotion best described as soul crushing grief.

"Oh, don't worry. You're always going to be my starter." I said, grinning. "Cheer up, okay?"

AN

Oh, Glalie. Don't worry. Winston suffers more because of this decision.

Next Chapter: Encountering a town completely free of Nurse Joy's due to its remote island location. ETA? I got a summer job. My summer update schedule withers.

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