When I was little, I left my hometown with my father and came to a city whose name I didn't even know. I became a stranger in a strange place. I thought I would live a stable life, inheriting my father's work of collecting scrap, but then he died, somehow leaving me all alone.
Just as I first came to know the world as a dark place, I still see it as dark now. At times, it even gives off waves of a stench so foul that it makes me sick. I saw my future coming a long time ago: after graduating from high school, or even if I couldn't get into high school, I would become a scavenger in this city.
Life is always playing jokes, on me and on her. In any case, it played a joke on us. Whenever I think about it, I can't help but feel bitter. Her appearance completely turned my life and future upside down.
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