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[Two Birds, a Crocodile, and a Little Bit of Everyone rewrite]

You've never been any good at making friends, but people always seem to attach themselves to you, one way or another, and you to them. Yet trouble will always follow you like a warpath, leaving a blackened trail in its wake. In this life, and the next.

(this is a major fucking slowburn if yall are prepared for that)