Once I meet a nice young man or woman, super mutant, mutated raider, dog, deathckaw, or blowup dinasaur, I'm settling down and forging a happy, little slice of Americana amidst the red, white and blue of Boston's overshadowing backdrop. I lost my family and world and woke up feeling horribly guilty for surviving. Hell yeah!!! I have no desire to save the world.
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