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Firefoot approaches the pub, eager to get out of the chilly and damp weather. It was warmer at home - but that was a silly thing to dwell on. England - she'd never been to England before, and now here was the perfect opportunity.
She steps inside and glances around. Would they even remember her here? It had been so long. Some of them are vaguely familiar; others, she'd swear she'd never heard of before. She used to know everyone here... but no matter. No time like the present to meet some new people.
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