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A stack of white boxes teetered dangerously in Moira’s arms as she made her way out of the butcher’s shop. Her hearse wasn’t far, so she had assumed she could find her way back to it without any help. Had the sidewalk been clear of people she certainly would have made it, but with her view obstructed, she, unfortunately, marched straight into some poor stranger. “Oh, oh dear!” she yelped, her boxes tumbling right out of her grasp, the contents of one spilling out across the sidewalk. She dropped to the floor immediately, attempting to clear the sidewalk of her carefully wrapped meat and organs. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry! I should have been more careful-- are you alright?”