The night of the Festival of Striaton, I kept tossing around and around in my bed, feeling homesick. I wanted to see my brothers so badly, that I almost cried their names out sometimes. I reached for my pokeball, the one with the word "partner" engraved on it. For my seventh birthday after our parents left for a different region, we found 3 little monkies at our door step. Our names were taped to one of them. I remember seeing Chili, the youngest, jumping for joy when he picked up the furry little Pansear. Cress smiled at the Panpour that held out a card saying Happy Birthday. The little one...
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