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He wasn’t sure if he could function here in this place at all. The voices in his head told him that it might be a temporary situation, that reality awaited him somewhere. Probably over the rainbow.
Strange clothes, strange people, yet so familiar. Nothing had prepared him for this world.
He didn’t fit in and though at first he hadn’t even wanted to, he found that he'd actually tried subconsiously. But he wasn’t raised to live in this decade, it wasn’t what fate had laid out for him.
He just wanted to be average and he couldn’t do it here.