2022 Autumn Letter Event# Event Dialogue #

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Hello, my friend.
I'm Victor Grantz, your postman.
It's autumn again, and the bellflowers are blooming. I'd like to tell you a story about autumn.
A story about the post office, my past, and a "talking puppy."
Oh, please keep this story a secret. Just like the time I rang my bronze bell and received your secrets.

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The wind is blowing again.
Strong winds and falling leaves — it's always like that during this season. Right, little guy
Maybe I'll finish organizing these letters with unclear addresses today...
... Would you like to sneak a peek
Peeking is bad
Oh, I forgot, talking animals are unusual for humans
A talking... dog
That's rude The name's Wick
Uh... S-Sorry, Wick. I thought you ended up here at the post office because you got lost.
Lost I'm here to look for something, but... Hmph Was I right Is peeking part of a postman's job
I-I'm just organizing.
It's my bi-monthly routine to tidy up and count the undeliverable letters due to smudged addresses, incorrect sender information, and the like.
Sometimes, I try to scour the letters to find information on these careless guys.
Ha My master just lost a letter That's what I'm here for, so let me join your search
I-I didn't ask
(Sniffs) Ah, the smell of ink... This is heaven
You can't refuse a puppy who "got lost" and is hiding from the elements in the post office, right
Hmph

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Hmph The clearest weather in autumn It's perfect for delivering letters, strolls, and talking to puppies

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It looks like a debt collection letter.
Debt collection What's that Why does he sound so angry
Letters can do more than convey information. They're perfect for expressing emotions too.
For example, this letter right here. Even if it isn't an in-person confrontation, you can read between the lines and imagine how he wishes to grab the other person by the collar.
So it's an angry letter
Yes, letters can convey all sorts of emotions. Anger, sadness, passion... Sometimes, they can even convey more than an actual conversation.
Hmm... So postmen are skilled in judging the emotions in letters Do you write to others too
I... I don't know. Because I don't know who to send them to.
And I've never received any either...

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If roads connect homes, then do postmen connect people

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A love confession Whoa It's sincere and passionate
It's always like that when people seek something from another, and their tone is always more sincere than in a face-to-face conversation.
But sometimes, you must read between the lines and uncover the irresponsible lies hidden beneath the sweet words and begging.
What are lies
Avoiding responsibility, words of appeasement... There are good and bad lies, but they are mostly bad.
... It's something my mother told me when I was a child.
A promise and conversation in person are like watching a performance, but a letter is like an interesting riddle to solve.

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(Sniffs) This letter smells like freshly-baked mixed nut cookies

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I like this letter I've been to the riverside it speaks of There are soft leaves and squirrels there
This is a letter to letter... People far away from home always miss their hometowns and things from home.
Squirrels Do you like squirrels
No, I meant the river.
I don't remember it very clearly, but I was around the age of five, and it was my first time traveling with my mother... We passed by many towns and villages, and it was autumn too.
I slept for a long time, and I woke up to the fields and a purplish red sunset. We crossed the bridge over the river, and then she let go of my hand and just waited by the bridge.
Then my uncle took me... And she left.
Squirrels
What did she look like again...

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The letter is torn open with a swish, the chime rings, and the wind whooshes...

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What is this There's a piece of paper in the letter
(Sniffs) It's salty... and the smell of ink
Hmm, it's a ticket. But this letter is marked as being rejected. The sender didn't get what they wanted.
Oh, sailing Why don't people go sailing with their dogs
But why didn't he come sooner They're clearly friends. This will just leave him with regrets.
This is why I hate promises. People always break them.
Break what
It's when someone promises you something but doesn't follow through. For example, telling you they'll be back home soon, this place is your home, or they'll contact you again.
When I left boarding school at the age of 15, many of them said they would keep in touch, but none followed through.
They aren't your real friends
I-I don't know. I was always alone back then. They would be whispering among themselves after lights out, and I would just listen.
The winds always raged through the night there, just like today.
There was a small window by my bed, and through the gap between the curtains, I could see the rain, the falling leaves, and even snowflakes...

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I occasionally play the harmonica after work. My favorite is Greensleeves.

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Well, letters are sometimes used to deliver bad news.
If I die, I hope you'll bury me with that box of dog biscuits
I've never considered what I would want in death.
How about burying you with all those letters you took a peek at
I want to take my harmonica to my grave. That's all I ask.
As someone who has nothing, there isn't much to consider.
That's sad At least I have a bag of dog biscuits
I bought that for you yesterday
I-I was raised by my uncle... And you know what happened later on at school. Nothing is yours when you live under someone's roof.
They say those who can keep secrets are trustworthy, then who will rely on me
They're always polite to me, but there's nothing sincere to write down in a letter.
I have an idea You can keep these letters for yourself
... Wick, can I treat this terrible idea as your way of comforting me

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I think I smell something familiar

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What is this
It's this one It's what I'm looking for
It looks... like a secret.
It's a big secret Well, we both know it now
I'll guard it well.
Really Just like a mute
Well, I'm happy to have been able to deliver letters with you, and you're welcome to visit my master
We're friends now, right
To my dear friend — happy autumn
Happy autumn

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# Event Items #

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Sticky Notes
Records daily to-do tasks.
It's good for recording thoughts too.

Office Desk
A desk that's much older than me.
After many years of reading letters, I hear it let out a long sigh late at night.

Wind Chime
It stays and laughs with me as I enjoy some leisure time.

Gift for a 15-Year-Old
Have you tried playing the harmonica by a river in autumn
This is the only gift she ever gave me.

Lamp Friend
"Victor, it's lights out Stop reading meaningless fairy tales"
They kept saying that in school.

A Dog's Dream
Wick makes a good post dog.
It just has to be fed dog biscuits regularly.

Typewriter
All the letters on the typewriter seem to be wearing identical uniforms.
Does anyone know who sent this letter

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# Event Letters

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* Day 2 *

Your debt from six months ago has been overdue for far too long It seems we need to have another talk in person
You always speak about an "opportunity to make big money," but when it's time to repay your debt, it's always a "cash flow issue"
Dammit To think I believed you
Repayment is coming up again next week, kid I don't mind sticking a new bill to your face

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* Day 3 *

My Dear, why don't you ever reply
I love you so much... Did I do something wrong, or have I broken your heart by making you wait
I won't let your parents find out about our next secret date
We can leave this place once I've saved up enough money. Let's go somewhere no one knows us
Please, I beg you. Don't give up Don't leave me

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* Day 4 *

Mom:

Did you get my gift The weather is getting cold again, so I sent you another one of those scarves that's "fluffy like a cat's tail."
Autumn is so different in the city than it is back home. The leaves have just started falling, but they're already preparing for the next holiday. Golden ornaments decorate their windows and the smell of chestnut cake fills the air...
You can visit soon, if you want.
It's a pity that the fallen leaves are swept away as soon as they fall to the ground. I truly miss their "crunch" as I walk through the path by the river, and the stream where father and I used to fish.

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* Day 5 *

Brother, it's been ten years since we last met.
We haven't contacted each other in too long. I only found your address by chance while flipping through the photo album. Remember our school days We skipped classes and made boats out of tree bark and textbooks by the river. We used leaves to imitate the sound of a steam whistle, and we dreamed of sailing together as sailors.
I did become a sailor in the end, and I really did go out to sea. After that, I moved away, and we never met again.
I pray you're still living there... I've attached a ticket to this letter. You're welcome aboard my ship at any time. Let's look out into the ocean together

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* Day 6 *

Mr. Lawrence has passed away, and the funeral will be held on Wednesday.
He will be holding a bouquet of daisies found outside his window by his chest.

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* Day 7 *

Think about it It's a money-making business
Snap your fingers and ship the goods. Isn't it much more than the measly salary you get at the police station
Only thing you have to do is obey Big Daddy and keep this secret.

Also, we need a mute to pass a message.

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