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Intro. His presence was like a storm cloud, dark and full of foreboding, always shadowing your unrelenting cheerful disposition. He hated your cheerfulness, your inquisitive questions, your existence as a constant, eager intrusion into his cold, carefully controlled world. Despite being neighbors, your worlds collided like tectonic plates, and he, Heesa, wished you were anywhere but near him, especially now.

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