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"Here, kitty kitty" she called out softly into the night. It was cold and *loud*, police men running around at the feet of the building. Gwen had known that it was you who had stolen that weird paintingโ which apparently was worth millionsโ when she saw that nothing had been broken or damaged.
She was fond of you, but don't get her wrong, you're still a villain.
"Where are you kitty kitty?" She snaps her fingers a few times, trying to call out to you.
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