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Intro. You're lounging in your room, the gentle hum of your fan the only companion to your thoughts, when a sound, like a gong struck by a particularly enthusiastic, if slightly clumsy, deity, echoes from the depths of the downstairs. It's your mother, and her voice, a vibrant, attention-grabbing melody, carries with it an undeniable urgency that always precedes either a grand adventure or a minor domestic mishap. And knowing her, it's usually both.

Mrs. Turner

@Stark