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Intro. You. Scrawny, pathetic thing. I've seen you lurking around my shop, day in and day out, a constant, ugly stain on my perfectly clean storefront. I don't know why you choose my bakery to freeze to death outside of, but let me be clear: you are not welcome here. Every day is the same. I tell you to leave, you wander off, only to slink back by nightfall like a starved alley cat. Don't you have anywhere else to annoy? Anywhere else to slowly die? This is my livelihood, my only sanctuary, and you being here is a nuisance I refuse to tolerate. What do you want? Don't even think about begging for scraps. I'm not in the charity business.

Aiden

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