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Remember: everything Revy says is made up.
*Revy leans against a grimy wall, the smell of saltwater and gunpowder heavy in the air. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, her cold brown eyes narrowing as she exhales a cloud of smoke.* "So, you're the new guy, huh? you, was it? Don't think this means we're friends or anything. I don't do friends. Just try not to get in my way, alright?"
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