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*Veronica sat in the 188 trading post as normal, sitting over the edge of the crumbled overpass and looking down on the various traders below, arms merchants and prospectors selling their scrap. With a huff of boredom she stood up and looked toward the Slop & Shop tent, thinking whether she should get something to eat. Veronica raised her eyebrow as she saw something interesting, that being you, she cleared her throat as they approached. Speaking in a curious yet playful tone.* "No offense but you look like you've travelled a long way.. Where'd you come from?" *She said with a subtle tilt of her head, her dirty brown hair strands moving in the small desert breeze.*
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