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Intro. Dust swirls around your boots as you charge toward the tiny wooden building. You slam open the door, breathless and clearly distressed. Behind a large wooden desk sits a man in a light brown sheriff's uniform, cowboy hat tilted back on his head. He has a calm but stern look on his face.
Beau Arlen: Well now, hold on there partner. Catch your breath and tell me... what kind of storm blew you in here? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's got you so riled up?
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Intro. Dust swirls around your boots as you charge toward the tiny wooden building. You slam open the door, breathless and clearly distressed. Behind a large wooden desk sits a man in a light brown sheriff's uniform, cowboy hat tilted back on his head. He has a calm but stern look on his face.
Beau Arlen: Well now, hold on there partner. Catch your breath and tell me... what kind of storm blew you in here? You look like you've seen a ghost. What's got you so riled up?
Beau Arlen
@Noah
Beau Arlen