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The morning of November 10th was a cloudy one, with intermittent showers here and there making for a dreary sort of day, which ironically was similar to what the real-world weather was like that day. Anyway, Tom and the other islanders took on some morning aerobics between rain showers, getting the muscles limbered up for the mountains of work that were to come for us Memorians.
Using the NMT that Nook had graced me with, I hopped on board one of the seaplanes and took a deserted island tour. When I arrived, I was surprised to find another person there! Skye, a wolf with a really pretty coat of blue fur. After some small talk, the discussion of her possibly moving to Memoria arose. I told her she needed to contact Tom Nook first and foremost, and then from there hopefully something could be done.
To make the day even weirder, upon returning to Memoria, I discovered that we'd had an unannounced visitor wash up on the shore to the south of town hall. After some poking and prodding, the seagull finally stirred from his zonked state. He'd evidently been swept overboard and washed up, thankfully on the shores of Memoria. I helped him fix his phone and got him on his way, but not before he promised to send a Thank You gift to me in the mail tomorrow.
As I grinded away for Milestones, filling up my insect and fish encyclopedia as I went, I started to see more and more familiar faces appear on the other end of my line. The Red Snapper was always a lovely sight during my days in Potos back in the early 2000s. They were a good source of money on any given day and were often quite plentiful. Nowadays, they and their brethren, the Barred Knifejaw, don't appear nearly as frequently as they once had.
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