please, kids, don't start smoking. Agi may seem like the next young sexy teen icon of the era -yeesh- but it's a really rough habit to kick and it is, well, kind of deadly.
as a quick note here, this isn't a story about what ought to be, but what was and is. it's also nonlinear. for instance, in the first chapter, Chapter 23, Agi is thirty. in this one she is thirteen.
all complaints can be written in short novella form in the comments.
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Agi lives alone in her thoughts, dreams, and memories. she wants things that have no names, is nostalgic for things that may never have existed, and hopes that her nearest convenience store hasn't run out of green tea ice cream.
like the last Javanese Tiger, she feels completely alone and isolated. Unlike the tiger, Agi is small, meek, self conscious, OCD, and would much rather be reading secondhand books and crushing on baristas, librarians, and the very cute hipster girl that works at the novelty gift shop than almost anything else in the world.
Join Agi through what the author hopes will not be a complete maudlin mess of sads and disappointment!
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