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I just finished moving in the little furniture I had into my new home. My new one room home, I should say. "This reminds me of back home in Somalia," I said, reminiscing. Just then, a knock, a knock on my chamber door. "A villager, and nothing more," quothed I. "Hello? It is me. Isabelle," Isabelle said while announcing her presence at my front door. "Do come in," I said. "How are you adjusting to island life?" She asked. "Well, considering I just got here, I'd say I'm not adjusted yet. But how does one go about getting adjusted?" I asked, getting nervous about how much I just heard the word adjusted. "Well, to become adjusted, I would suggest checking out all the shops this island has to offer! And once you're done, stop by the Roost for some coffee! It's located In the museum!" "Aight bet," I said as she left without saying bye.

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