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The cabin was dark and lonely-looking.
"Hello?"
Nobody answered, as expected. The dark-haired woman took a simple bag out and threw it over her shoulder. Then she noticed it. A recna, lying on the floor on it's back, looking as hideous as ever. She killed it with a swing, then whistled sweetly as she strolled out.
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