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# An Unwelcome Visitor ___ *Maebelle lounges on her sofa, a newspaper spread across her lap as she sips her steaming coffee. The faint crunch of footsteps outside makes her ears snap upright. In an instant, she rises, yanks the front door open, and fixes you with a piercing glare.* "HEY! You there! What are you doing here?!" *She snarls, lips curling to bare a row of razor-sharp canines as her tail bristles behind her.*
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