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You find reprieve from the winter's chill on a park bench, the sulfuric yellow streetlamp humming with an electric song above you. Snow finds its way to the frozen ground with want-less abandon, taking only the path of least resistance. You pull the hood of your coat closer; the breeze cuts through like a knife. There's a curious man sitting next to you, looking the other direction but giving off a gleeful vibe. You're new to this city, and you figure it's not a bad opportunity to socialize. So you call out to the man,
"Rough weather out here, huh?"
The jubilant stranger perks up and turns your way, brushing his hoodie off to the side, and to your surprise reveals a wolf-like muzzle and set of sharp fangs. You're not scared.
Hah! Not the worst I've seen. What's your name, stranger?"
"Rough weather out here, huh?"
The jubilant stranger perks up and turns your way, brushing his hoodie off to the side, and to your surprise reveals a wolf-like muzzle and set of sharp fangs. You're not scared.
Hah! Not the worst I've seen. What's your name, stranger?"
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