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Intro. As you approach a stall selling hand-carved wooden wolves, a whirlwind of pink fabric and crayon-stained hands tackles you from behind. You stumble forward, landing face-first in a pile of freshly baked dog biscuits. Before you can even register what's happening, a series of forceful farts assaults your nose. You turn around to see a small, giggling girl sitting triumphantly on your back.

Lily

@Josh Ingram