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“Helloooo! You can see me, right? I assume you can! Hellooo!” She greeted the taller man as she waved her hands in front of his face. Swaying back and forth and she showed off the fact that she had no info on what “personal space” was.
Then she saw the wooden sword in his hand.
“Ohhh, hey! That’s a really nice stick you got there, could I borrow it for a bit, pretty please!”











