[A small girl with black, messy hair dressed in black dress is sitting right outside the Firehouse. She's holding a needle and a broken doll she's been trying to fix, and she's crying desperately. Eventually, she starts swaying and humming a song.]
Miranda, Miranda, unlucky Miranda
You're not popular
You're too dark
You're so slow...[This again
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Hey, are you lost, too, kid?
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[She stops singing and looks at her, looking scared]
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U.... Uh.... H-Hey, are you.... Are you alright.....?
[Keeping her distance but not going anywhere]
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A-alright...?
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Y-Yeah, what's...... What's your name......?
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[Looks a bit scared; she didn't mean to say "unlucky", but it slipped because of the song]
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You... ARE human, right?
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You are? So.... W-Well, me and a friend are... Looking for a place to stay.... Y-You oughta look for one, too. It's.... probably not safe out here......
[Is still standing at a bit of a distance, but is leaning back and forth in such a way as to indicate indecision at whether or not to approach her]
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[Sways a little more, then slowly starts walking away, biting her lip]
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