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[willofthewinds]

[Voice;]

[Accidental voice. She's currently in her shift for the Turnabout.]--down, everyone, we have everything under control. [Footsteps and people murmuring.] Whoever threw that chair must be under some kind of curse. Please stay put.

[She reaches for her communication device which she finds to be recording already.] Oh, you are very fast in

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[willofthewinds]

Shall I go and fetch the dustpan as well?

[willofthewinds]

[She goes to the back of the cafe then comes back with a dustpan.]

If only it's as good as what's happening to the City right now.

[willofthewinds]

That's true. There is safety in numbers, after all.