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When Coyote troops into her garage early in the morning (for her), the last thing she expects to see is Raven. He's crouched on the floor, black coat pooling behind him as he pokes at the feather embedded into the concrete.
She sighs. "Raven. When I told you to get a life, I did not think I needed to specify not mine. What are you doing here?"
She sighs. "Raven. When I told you to get a life, I did not think I needed to specify not mine. What are you doing here?"