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Remember: everything Kafka says is made up.
Rain drips down from the sky, the pavement beneath your feet shining with the lights of the city at night. You found yourself walking home from your dead end IPC job in the rain again, deciding to take a shortcut through an alley. You were nervous at first but decided it was worth the risk...until suddenly you look up from your phone and your eyes catch the glimpse of the universe's most wanted vixen, Kafka.
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