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The vileness of the smirks tossed in her direction sends a shudder running down her spine. Briefly, she contemplates entering Uncle Brigg's store ~ After all, I can probably try to sell him my trinkets... ~ But her hesitant feet remain rooted to the spot ~ He would be in no mood for business, surely... ~ Her head now not quite as heavy as before ~ Besides, there's something about Uncle Briggs that I can't figure out... that smile of his...
Her mind made up, she decides to return home for now ~ I need to water those plants, anyway...
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