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An older woman creeps slowly into the bar, keeping to the edges of the room. Pushing her small shopping cart before her, she finds a dark corner and settles down in a chair, her eyes wide and watchful.
She murmurs to the blue tarp covering the cart which seems to be... wriggling.
"I hope this is it. If it's not it, we run. We run."
She murmurs to the blue tarp covering the cart which seems to be... wriggling.
"I hope this is it. If it's not it, we run. We run."