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In the far country side of the lands of Drakoina, a single truck was seen driving down a highway as it was heading down deeper into the outskirts of the country. Inside was a single male teen, tanned with blue eyes, a shaved head with a bandanna on his head, a black long sleeve shirt with a jacket over it. He was driving a nice truck he made with his parents
"Hmm," he said as he snacked on sunflower seeds
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He hummed as he looked at a sign that said Havenbrook, 2 miles away. He smiled a second as he sighed and cracked his neck and drove on, rubbing the necklace around his neck as he drove on. He signed as he pulled his phone out and looked at his playlist, so far nothing seemed to catch his eye as he was down in the dumps, but soon he found one
"Home by Daughtry, seems sitting," he said as he clicked it
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Soon he saw the town coming up and soon the song started up, but as the town unfolded before him, a wave of nostalgia washed over him, mingling with the bittersweet memories of his childhood. He drove past the first few houses of the residential area, where the familiar sight of his old neighbors' homes brought a faint smile to his lips, he same gardens, the same mailboxes, and the same feeling of community he remembered so well.
As Main Street came into view, he slowed down, taking in the sight of the town's bustling heart. On his left, the cozy facade of Mia's Corner Cafe greeted him. The sight of the little cafe, with its inviting sign and the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, brought back memories of Saturday mornings spent there with his friends.
