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"The others pitched in to get me a collar. A collar. Not only just a collar, but it comes with a bell. Why did they do this? I don't know, but I can't believe some people right now."

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"The others pitched in to get me a collar. A collar. Not only just a collar, but it comes with a bell. Why did they do this? I don't know, but I can't believe some people right now."
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It was his first time in the Lucky Cat Café since he had moved to San FranSokyo. Having spent most of his time either in the “nerd lab” or at home, it was nice to have a change of scenery. With a quick and vague text sent to his mother that he’d be out studying, he had ended up here. It was a quiet little place, but by the looks of things, quite popular with the college crowd. Ordering himself a mango smoothie—because who doesn’t like smoothies—he rolled over to a table and settled himself there for a bit of studying.
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"Dude, we've been walking around here for hours, and I'm pretty sure that's the same old shopkeeper from an hour back." The boy sighs sadly, looking around the crowded area. "We're lost."
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Fem crashed on the side of her (well shared mostly with her others that spent time here) bed, wincing a bit at another gained wound on the left side of her stomach. No matter how used she was to the pain by now, the stinging of blood oozing out of her wounds still make her flinch.
She had to keep quiet. People tend to get the wrong idea if they found her hurt. It was always the same. She messes around with a poor sport, they get mad, they beat her up as a way of “a lesson taught”, and only stopped because she’s only a kid. Not that it stopped them from giving her some fatal injuries every now and again.
She tended to the wound, placing a Band-Aid over the injury, then pulled the t-shirt over it after the Band-Aid has been placed. If one notices, they would see several old scars along the side before the t-shirt was pulled down. She also needs to clean the bloodstain off her t-shirt. She casually looked over her megabot.