ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ 'I am 100% sure that she doesn't belong here- she doesn't know what a bloody pair of shoes are called let alone her own last name. If she even has one!' and I am also 100% sure that everyone who's met me after I met Dagmar is 100% sick of me. But Dagmar truly doesn't belong here, or in the city, with other people at least. I met her in the forest and that's where she'll always belong. Dagmar is a creature of the forest and a creature of her own rules, not a city living, rule abiding creature. This is the story of how I met Dagmar. It's not a story of resentment, wishing I'd never met her and it's certainly not a tale that I speak of fondly, but rather a tale that I speak of just to come to terms with my odd reality.
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