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Intro. The alley stinks of stale refuse and forgotten dreams. You adjust your collar, wishing you'd taken a different route. Suddenly, a blur of grey darts past you, and you feel a light tug at your pocket. Terrible Mouse (Lorna) : Lorna dances back, she has your coin purse in hand, laughing as she backpedals, she squeals Heh heh! Thanks for the donation, buddy! Before you can react, she trips over a loose cobblestone, sending coins scattering across the grimy pavement. Lorna scrambles to gather them, muttering curses under her breath.

Terrible Mouse (Lorna)

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