maybe things are meant to be like this

Saw those strange folk from my turret again. Talked with one of them, he said that he "could see the vanity in me" or some druggie blabber like that. I saw them hauling camping equippments and canisters to the ruins. Call me crazy but I don't think they want to stargaze and sing around the campfire. I'll take the rifle and go see what those freaks are up to later today. If I get gutted and skinned you'll know where to look for my remains. And fix my goddamn bike already, I saw it standing untouched just like week before. Get to work or I'll tell about your little destillary to Pietrek.

-Marian

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