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my central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights—or very early
mornings—when I left the pokemon centre half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed for Terminus cave
a hundred miles an hour wearing my mareeep wool jumper and shorts (they are comfy and easy to wear) stopping at every
route change not quite sure which route it was on but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would
come to a place where the people were just as interested in pokemon as I was, no doubt at all about that.
