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Molly stopped into the bar. It had been a while, and coming here was a bit of surprise to her. She had her sketchbook with her, so she ordered a vanilla milkshake from the bar, and found a booth nearby. She sipped on the shake, and sketched. Looked like a self-portrait, only while it was her in Faerie, there was also flames in the background, and surrounding her like an angry corona. She then drew a sharp line across the paper, and tore it out the book. She crumpled it up, and tossed it in a random direction with a huff.