Chapter 110 The Player and Little Nuomi Reunite...
"These are our Marineford specialties and sweets. Would you like to try some, little girl?"
"Give me four servings!"
"These are handkerchiefs with Marineford's silhouette printed on them. They're very meaningful souvenirs. Would you like to buy some?"
"Make four portions!"
"This is a naval uniform..."
Four portions!
"Shh, this is the dumbbell that the legendary naval hero, Vice Admiral Garp, used during his training. If you use it to exercise, I guarantee your strength will increase by leaps and bounds."
"Ooh ooh ooh!"
Vera's eyes lit up as she looked at the dumbbell—could this be the legendary rare item?
Just as Violet reached into her pocket, ready to spend the money to get it no matter what, Smoker, who had been following her like a ghost for a long time, finally couldn't stand it anymore, clicked his tongue, and stepped forward to stop Violet's actions.
“Don’t buy it,” Smoker said. “He’s lying to you. When Karp trains, he doesn’t lift dumbbells; he lifts warships.”
Violet: ?
Realizing she'd been tricked, Vera slammed her hand on the table in anger, grabbed the unscrupulous boss by the collar, and yanked him over: "So, you actually lied to me!"
Oh no.
Smoker saw the anger in Wilt's eyes and knew something was wrong.
When Smoker first arrived at this commercial street with Violet, he saw the merchants enthusiastically trying to sell her their products after she bought her first item with gold coins. He was thinking that Marineford had been so peaceful for so long that these merchants had completely lost their sense of crisis.
They just looked at Vera and thought she was pretty and well-behaved, without giving any thought to her possible identity.
Now, he himself has been deceived by Violet's seemingly harmless aura. Seeing Violet being cheated by the unscrupulous boss, he exposed the deception without a second thought, completely ignoring the potential consequences if Violet became enraged after realizing this.
This is troublesome," Smoker couldn't help but bite his tongue. What would a powerful Shichibukai do after discovering she'd been fooled? Would she use violence and bloodshed to assert her status?
Vera frowned, nudging Smoker's side with her elbow in annoyance: "Smoker, are you just going to stand by and do nothing?"
Smoker, who was pondering how to stop the other person or how to pick up his boss and run away, exclaimed: "Huh? Me?"
“Yeah, aren’t you in the Navy?” Vera’s other hand was still tightly gripping the unscrupulous boss’s collar, preventing him from breaking free. “Don’t you care about this kind of thing that deceives innocent people and damages the Navy’s image?”
"Should this kind of person pay compensation? Should they go to jail?!"
Who do you think you are, an innocent bystander? You could knock me to the ground with one punch!
But looking at Violet's height, Smoker couldn't bring himself to say such a thing.
Damn it, when did he become a superficial person?!
Smoker angrily exhaled a large cloud of smoke, stepped forward, and lifted his boss, the culprit behind all the chaos, up with one hand.
"So you're using Lieutenant General Garp's name to swindle and deceive, huh? Go to jail and reflect on your actions!"
Unable to leave for the time being, Smoker simply handed the man over to the patrolling Marines, giving them a few instructions to ensure he wouldn't see a single patch of blue sky during the Shichibukai meeting.
After giving his cool instructions, Smoker turned around and saw Violet staring at him with curious eyes.
Vera asked expectantly, "So, is there any compensation? And will I get any 'Assisted in solving the case' banners or something?"
What kind of hobbies are these?
Smoker thought Vera was a bit outrageous, and what was even more outrageous was that, recalling Vera's behavior just now, he actually said, "Forget about compensation, after all, you didn't lose anything. And as someone who fell for a scam without even questioning it, I think you're more likely to become the protagonist in a popular story about fraud."
Violet: "..."
Vera quickly waved her hand: "Then I don't want it." That sounded so lame!
Smoker looked at the various packages that Wille was carrying: "Why do you have to buy four of everything?"
"Ah, one for me, one for Luo, one for Sabo, and one for you, isn't that exactly four?" As for the gifts for Ginny and the others, Violet planned to buy them when she was about to leave.
"I have one too?"
"Everyone who sees it gets a share. Since you came shopping with me, of course I have to buy you one."
Smoker stared at the matter-of-fact Val, whose sincere expression didn't seem feigned at all.
Is her acting so good, or is this just Violet's true personality?
Is this for real? Isn't she even easier to get along with than some navy personnel?
Thinking back to his malicious speculation at the time, Smoker felt a rare pang of guilt: "I know a good ice cream place around here, let me treat you to it."
"Really? That's great!"
After saying the first sentence, Smoker realized that getting along with the Seven Warlords of the Sea wasn't as difficult as he had thought.
Therefore, the rest of the conversation flowed smoothly: "Give me all this stuff, I'll help you carry it."
"No need, no need." Violet stuffed them all into her backpack and then met Smoker's gaze frankly, saying, "I'm only carrying them to have a bit of a shopping mood."
Smoker: "..."
He had to say it again: Violet's hobbies were really a bit strange.
Smoker took Vale not to a big ice cream shop, but to a small ice cream stall with a cart pushed by an elderly woman.
The small cart has a wooden pattern of three scoops of ice cream. After years of exposure to the elements, the colors of the three ice cream scoops have faded and become indistinguishable, but the old lady's dedication and love can still be seen from the clean and tidy cart.
The old lady's ice cream cart was famous for its cheap, large portions and high-quality ingredients, making it a rare treat for naval recruits after a busy day of training.
Smoker could tell they'd bought quite a lot back then. He led Vera to the shopping cart, didn't even glance at the yellowed receipt hanging to the side, and asked directly, "Do you want three scoops or five scoops?"
Five balls!
"Okay, I'll have one five-ball one and one three-ball one."
As a mature and composed adult, Smoker is past the age of enjoying ice cream, and indulging in one is merely a way of reminiscing about the past.
"Oh my, isn't this Smoker?" The old woman recognized Smoker. After all, not many people could smoke two cigars during their recruit days. "You only eat one three-ball cigar? You used to buy two five-ball cigars and sprinkle them with three times the amount of sugar."
Violet: Wow, I heard about someone's embarrassing past.
"Grandma Zi!"
“Oh, you’re a big girl now.” Granny Zi said knowingly, then looked at Vera, “This is…”
“She, uh, she is…” Smoker struggled with how to introduce Vera to Granny Zi.
The Seven Warlords of the Sea? Granny Suzu probably wouldn't even know what that is. A wanted criminal? That might scare Granny Suzu...
Just as Smoker was struggling with his decision, Vera greeted him warmly: "Hello, Grandma. I'm from somewhere else. I came to Marineford by invitation. Smoker is accompanying me shopping."
Do you know any good souvenir shops around here, or any local delicacies worth trying in Marine Fondo?
A generous, cheerful, and sweet-talking child is an absolute killer for someone of Grandma Zi's age.
Smoker stared in disbelief at his mother-in-law, who had recognized him accurately even after years of not seeing him, now completely captivated by Violet's sweet words and no longer paid any attention to him.
Grandma Zi: "You asked this? If you asked me something else, I might not be able to answer, but if you're talking about where to have fun and good food in Marineford, or where the most popular spots are, I know it all too well."
Even mobile vendors need to be strategic; to do good business, they naturally need to know where people gather.
Grandma Zi: "If you ask me, the most worthwhile place to visit in Marineford is..."
Vera listened intently, occasionally exclaiming, "Grandma, you're so amazing! You know so much!" Unlike some people, even though they're in the navy, they just keep leading her into a den of swindlers.
"And the ice cream is super delicious, just as good as Wan Guo's!"
Grandma Zi didn't know what Wan Guo was, but she knew from Vera's tone and eyes that she genuinely thought Vera was amazing and that her ice cream was delicious.
Grandma Zi: "Oh dear, what's so great about an old woman like me? This is the world of you young people now... Here, this taro flavor is also very delicious. I'll give you another one for free, consider it my treat."
"Really?! Grandma Zi, you're so kind! These are some pastries I just bought, they're so delicious. Here, take a few portions, Grandma."
"Oh my, oh my, this child is so adorable..."
Smoker: "..."
Seeing that the new recruits were about to betray their navy and be bewitched by the despicable Shichibukai, Smoker quickly coughed twice.
He said in a deep voice, a cigar dangling from his lips, "Aren't you going to eat other snacks later?"
Grandma Zi also realized what was happening and advised, "Yes, no matter how good the ingredients are, ice cream should be eaten in moderation. Eating too much is bad for your stomach."
"Your mother-in-law has been staying nearby recently. If you want to eat here again, just come and find me anytime."
Vera: "Hey, Grandma~"
Smoker's forehead veins twitched twice; he couldn't stand the cheesy farewell scene any longer. After a hasty goodbye, he grabbed Violet and quickly left.
Smoker exhaled a puff of white smoke: "That's enough, any more and it'll look fake." His final, reluctant farewell was far too contrived.
Vera raised an eyebrow and carefully examined Smoker.
He's fairly handsome, and his fashion sense is about average compared to Shanks and Doflamingo. However, he always has a stern face and looks extremely fierce; if you didn't know him, you'd think someone owed him money.
Smoker felt uncomfortable under Violet's gaze and couldn't help but tug at his open coat: "What are you looking at?"
“Smoker, you…” Vera sighed, “Are you not popular with the grandparents’ generation?”
"Are you envious or jealous?"
This brat... he's really infuriating!
Calm down, Smoker, you need to calm down. She's a Shichibukai, you can't beat her!
"It's okay, Smoker, you don't need to feel inferior. I'll teach you how to be more charming and sweet-talking, and your grandparents will like you."
"I am not insecure."
Violet had a look on her face that said, "I don't believe you're just putting on an act."
"Huh? Smoker? You're back in Marineford?"
Just as Violet was about to pull Smoker to the training session, and Smoker struggled desperately but was no match for Violet's strength, dragging helplessly along the ground, a familiar voice rang out behind them.
Smoker turned around and saw that the flying squirrel, the ghost spider, Storoberry, and Bogart were standing not far away watching them.
Smoker quickly stood up straight and frantically tugged at his clothes—though he himself didn't know what he was panicking about. Wasn't it common knowledge that the Seven Warlords of the Sea were all a bunch of willful guys?
These individuals were responsible for transporting the Seven Warlords of the Sea. After delivering them to Marineford, they could finally relax a bit. Having a lot to vent about, the group decided to have some barbecue for lunch and gossip about the Seven Warlords.
Vera smiled: "Barbecue? Smoker and I would like some barbecue too, can we join us?"
As Violet spoke, she kept her eyes fixed on Storoberry, as if trying to see what grievances Storoberry might have against her.
Storobelli: "..." Actually, he just really wanted to eat barbecue.
Smoker: "No, wait..." He didn't want the barbecue, why did they have to drag him into it?!
Onigumo, a representative of the hawkish faction in the Navy, was not friendly towards the Seven Warlords: "Where is Vice Admiral Kuzan?"
“He has other things to do, so he asked Smoker to accompany me for a walk outside.” Vera looked at Smoker. “Right, Smoker-san?”
"By the way, what's your position again? If I were to try to cause chaos in Marineford, could you stop me by yourself?"
It's so obvious, this blatant threat is just too obvious!
Even Onigumo felt a bit of a stomachache.
But Violet is right. Smoker alone is definitely not capable of accomplishing the task of "monitoring and stopping the Seven Warlords from going too far when necessary".
In the end, it was Storobelli and Bogart, who were more familiar with Violet and understood her ways, who agreed to the addition of these two uninvited guests.
"I need a large room."
After taking their seats, Storoberry and Bogart exchanged a wry smile. Smoker stiffened, feeling he shouldn't be there. Onigumo was on guard, while Momonga looked on with curiosity. Violet…
Violet was looking at the menu carefully.
"I'll take this, this, and this too, and a freshly squeezed juice, please." After ordering, Vera confirmed, "Is this your treat?"
Storoberry: "...Yes, yes, yes, hurry up and give us the menu after you've ordered."
Violet handed the menu to the flying squirrel closest to her, who smiled gently at her and thanked her.
"Do you know..." Onigumo suddenly spoke up, "...how did the flying squirrel get the wound on its arm?"
The flying squirrel frowned and stopped his colleague: "Demon Spider!"
Shouldn't she listen?
oh?
Violet leaned back in her chair, no longer appearing as an ordinary tourist. The powerful aura of a Shichibukai she exuded made everyone in the room tense.
How did you get that?
The penetrating wound on the flying squirrel's arm was inflicted by him when he stabbed himself to defend against the Empress's Sweet Wind attack.
The flying squirrel used the pain to regain his senses and break free from the empress's allure, thus becoming the only person on his warship who was not petrified.
The flying squirrel gave a wry smile: "It's because I'm not as skilled as others."
It's because his domineering cultivation wasn't up to par; otherwise, he wouldn't have resorted to such an extreme method to resist the Empress's Devil Fruit ability.
"Tsk tsk." Violet sighed twice, then looked at Onigumo, "Which Shichibukai are you in charge of?"
The man, wearing a steel helmet and with a serious expression, said in a deep voice, "Moonlight Moria."
Wow, judging by this tense atmosphere, he must be a difficult Shichibukai to get along with.
Violet: "Storoberry, you're really lucky."
Compared to his unfortunate colleagues, Strawberry, who had basically only gone on a long trip, had an incredibly easy time.
Strawberry felt the same way, considering that Violet's defeat of Doflamingo and Jack and her nomination as a Shichibukai happened almost simultaneously.
Coupled with that arrogant photo in the World Economic News, and with insufficient information, everyone imagined Vera as a powerful, arrogant, and incredibly destructive evil brat.
His naval colleagues looked at Strawberry with deep sympathy for his forced responsibility of taking charge of two Shichibukai.
Who knew? Who knew that Strawberry, who everyone imagined should have the most difficult time, would actually be the easiest one for everyone?
For a moment, even the serious Onigumo couldn't help but cast envious and jealous glances at Storobelli.
Storoberry raised his hand in a pleading tone: "I'll pay tonight, okay?"
Since it's a barbecue restaurant, apart from the quality and freshness of the ingredients themselves, there's not much need for processing, and the dishes ordered by everyone were served quickly.
The navy men were all in their prime, with incredible physical activity, and with the addition of Violet, whose stomach capacity seemed limitless, the meat in the room was piled up like a small mountain.
Surrounded by a mountain of flesh, Violet and the navy could find no other topic to talk about and looked at each other in bewilderment.
The flying squirrel took the initiative to ease the tension: "Come on, come on, the stove is hot, let's start roasting. We have other tasks to do this afternoon after we finish eating."
Onigumo glanced at the juice in Violet's hand that looked out of place among the others and sneered, "A drink for kids."
Bogart silently picked up the tongs and put the meat on the stove, but to Violet's surprise, the other person in charge of grilling the meat was Onigumo.
No one knows what method he used, but his black hair was divided into eight strands, like unusually flexible, hairy spider legs, and he poured oil, cut meat, flipped it over, and sprinkled seasonings in one go.
Violet looked at the perfectly browned roast meat on the plate and exclaimed, "Wow!"
"Wow, that's amazing! I want to learn!" Vera looked at Onigumo, who was changing the baking paper. "Can you teach me?"
The eight "spider legs" that were flying in the air stopped at the same time, and Onigumo looked at Violet with a complicated expression.
"puff!"
Smoker quickly covered his mouth. No, how could he gloat over someone being speechless because of Violet's words?
Just because you were speechless at Vera's words doesn't mean you should expect your colleagues to be speechless too. That's not good, not good at all...
Onigumo's mouth moved, seemingly wanting to scold Violet for "daydreaming," but ultimately Violet's past achievements made his rationality prevail.
Onigumo pursed his lips and uttered two cold words: "I won't teach."
"Huh?" Violet asked sincerely, "Then what do you want in return for teaching me?"
Is it because the favorability rating is not high enough, or is there some prerequisite task that needs to be completed?
Vera stared at Onigumo for a moment, then tentatively pulled a three-scoop ice cream from her backpack and handed it to him. She then fixed her expectant, eager, and fiery gaze on the top of Onigumo's head, desperately hoping to quickly build up her favorability and make him change his mind and teach her this incredibly useful skill.
Onigumo... Onigumo wasn't pleased at all by Violet's gift-giving; he was actually getting goosebumps from Violet's stare!
His fighting instincts kept his mind and muscles tense under Violet's gaze, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
The flying squirrel, unable to bear it any longer, called out to Violet, trying to distract her slightly: "Why are you learning this?"
Out of the corner of his eye, Onigumo indeed relaxed a little and gave the flying squirrel a grateful look.
Violet: "Farming."
The flying squirrel wondered if it hadn't heard clearly: "What?"
"Farming!" Violet shouted as she moved closer to the flying squirrel. "I'm going to learn from it and use it to farm!"
The flying squirrel asked earnestly, "What does farming represent?"
He couldn't understand a word of it. Was this some new slang among pirates? How come it wasn't recorded by the intelligence system?
“Farming is just farming.” Violet looked at the flying squirrel’s clean and neat suit, and then at his meticulously trimmed mustache. “It’s about cultivating farmland, turning over the soil, breeding seeds, sowing seeds, watering and fertilizing, and then waiting for the crops to mature and be harvested.”
Violet looked at the flying squirrel with disdain: "You don't actually believe that the vegetables you usually eat grow from street vendors, do you?"
They are so lazy and ignorant of the five grains that they don't even know what farming is.
Now it was the flying squirrel's turn to stand stiffly in the face of Violet's disdainful gaze.
No, of course he knows what farming is and the steps involved, but doesn't Violet think that the word sounds absurd and jarring in the conversation just now? It's normal for him to misunderstand!
Having witnessed firsthand how Vera tended the fields like a seasoned farmer, Smoker and Storoberry simultaneously raised their glasses and took a sip of their drinks.
but……
Bogart spotted the blind spot: "Did you take your ice cream out of your pocket?"
"Yes, hurry up, it'll melt if we don't eat it soon!"
“That’s…” Storoberry recognized the packaging, “Grandma Zi’s ice cream?”
"Yes, it was Smoker who introduced them."
Watching the ice cream begin to melt in the high heat above the oven, Onigumo reluctantly took it. Compared to the man's tall and muscular figure, the ice cream was pitifully small.
Even so, the Onigumo didn't intend to eat it; it simply placed it in an empty bowl and let it melt away.
The originally plump and round ice cream balls of different colors melted into pitted shapes, and the melted sugar and milk mixed together, creating an unappetizing state.
The flying squirrel sighed inwardly as it looked at the ice cream that the Oni Spider had carelessly tossed aside.
“That’s a return of life,” the flying squirrel said. “Although we can’t teach you, there are quite a few people on this ocean who know this move.”
Onigumo looked disapprovingly at the flying squirrel: "Flying squirrel..."
The flying squirrel waved its hand: "Anyway, if you're interested, you can just ask anyone and you'll find out."
With flying squirrels and Storoberry livening things up, and everyone drinking with the first batch of grilled meat, the initially wary and distant atmosphere quickly became lively.
Vera slammed her hand on the table: "I'm telling you, you all better watch out for that bastard Doflamingo. If he doesn't cause trouble, I'll change my name!"
Thinking of Doberman, who was currently forced to write reports in his office because of the incident Doflamingo caused at the port, Stoloberry nodded in agreement: "Indeed, that guy is a key person to watch."
“Moria counts too,” Onigumo added. “That guy was restless the whole way, and he insisted on adding another person to the fleet halfway through.”
Bogart, who went with Garp to pick up Mihawk, said, "Hawkeye's target is very clear. I guess the Marines who are still using swords in Marineford are going to be in trouble."
Smoker: "..."
Hearing this, it's clear that Violet, who is determined to farm as soon as she arrives in Marineford, and whose only outings are shopping and eating, is incredibly well-behaved and touching.
Violet also felt that she was too kind.
Unbeknownst to Visabo, Violet had obtained information about the other Shichibukai before him and remarked, "They're all a bunch of troublesome guys."
It turns out that gossiping and complaining about the weirdos you meet is definitely the best way to get closer to strangers.
After Violet generously shared Doflamingo's common techniques and the abilities of Donquixote Doflamingo's important executives, even the most stern-faced Onigumo recommended a good hair care salon to her.
Smoker: "..."
Watching Violet wave goodbye to the group of marines, Smoker, standing next to her, couldn't help but gasp.
That's terrifying social skill.
Having successfully snagged a barbecue and obtained a clue to the [Life Return] skill, Vera was in a good mood and prepared to continue shopping with Smoker. The shops recommended by Granny Zi were not large but were of good quality, inexpensive and unique, which also meant that they were scattered on some rather remote streets.
Smoker glanced at the long queue stretching down the alleyway and clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You wait here for me, I'll go get it for you..."
He turned around, but there was no one behind him. Violet, who should have been beside him, had vanished without a trace.
"Vell?"
Smoker looked around but couldn't see the other person at all.
Half a minute ago.
As Val was organizing her backpack following behind Smoker, she suddenly felt something wrap around her waist and abruptly pull her into a nearby alley.
Before Vera could react, her arms were gripped tightly by a hand as hard as cast iron and pressed against the wall. But instead of feeling the hard, rough wall on her back, she felt something soft and fragrant with glutinous rice.
Vera looked up, the tentacle spikes she was about to pull out of her hand stopped in mid-air, and her round eyes, which were full of vigilance, turned into smiling crescent moons.
Violet called out the other person's name: "Katakuri".
Katakuri lowered his head and looked down at Violet, who was wrapped in glutinous rice.
Upon seeing her again and sensing her presence, he tightly enveloped her within his Devil Fruit power. For a long time, he had suppressed her deep within his heart with his willpower, and the anxiety and unease he felt, like a kite with a broken string, suddenly vanished.
Katakuri's feet touched solid ground once more, and he grasped his moon in his palms.
"You've finally come to find me."
"It really was you." Katakuri wasn't surprised to hear Violet's words.
He greedily traced Vera's figure inch by inch with his gaze, his voice hoarse: "What exactly did you do to me?"
Oh ho, the victim has come to demand an explanation.
Vera's thick skin wasn't quite up to par yet, and she blinked a little sheepishly.
"...How did you get here?"
"Moria."
Although Katakuri's expression was unpleasant, he didn't let go of Violet's hand. The mochi directly expressed its owner's desire to cuddle, rubbing against her like a group of fluffy white cats that had smelled catnip.
Even when asked about Violet's question, Katakuri obediently replied, "I came here on his ship."
Katakuri has his own fleet, and even if he wanted to avoid attracting the Navy's attention, there was no need for him to board another pirate's ship. Unless, of course, Katakuri wanted to conceal his whereabouts, but that contradicted his deliberate choice of Marineford as the meeting place—a rather "high-profile" move—unless…
"Knowing it from Charlotte Linlin?"
"If your mother knew, she would kill you."
Katakuri is Charlotte's perfect creation and a capable general under the Empress. Linlin will not allow any being beyond her control to affect Katakuri, unless Violet is of a special race and is willing to form an alliance with Whole Cake Island through marriage.
The mother might be very willing to bring them together.
After thinking it over, Vera felt that with her current strength, she probably didn't have much of a chance against the Shanghai Emperor.
"It's okay, if you don't tell and I don't tell, no one will know."
Katakuri glanced at Violet, who was demanding that the victim keep her secret, and neither refused nor agreed.
"Vell, Vie?!"
Smoker's voice grew closer, and Violet tilted her head toward the alleyway, only to be displeasedly straightened by Katakuri using a sticky rice ball.
Violet looked at Katakuri with a helpless expression: "It would be troublesome if the Navy found out about you."
Katakuri frowned in annoyance. Why was he the only one tormented by this emotion? Why was he the only one reluctant to part with this reunion?
That's so unfair.
Katakuri, the second son who was always the rational and considerate one in the family, suddenly developed rebellious thoughts.
Violet should be just as troubled and restless as he is by this wrong entanglement.
"If it's discovered that you've had contact with people from the Kingdom of Ten Thousand, that would be troublesome for you too."
Katakuri felt a secret sense of satisfaction seeing Wilton's face immediately furrow.
"Think of something quickly, he'll be here soon."
The street wasn't big, and the alleyway was so narrow you could see the end at a glance. Once Smoker got close, Katakuri's imposing height and aura would definitely be the first thing he noticed.
If this were discovered... Violet felt a sudden pang of guilt.
How could she possibly make a living person disappear out of thin air?!
Hmm, change?
Wait a minute, it seems she had a prop.
"Ahem! Smoker, I'm here."
Smoker, who was frantically searching for Vera, turned around when he heard the voice behind him and stared at Vera: "Where have you been?"
"Oh, well, one of the islanders had some business to attend to and didn't come with us, so we only came to find him today."
"Islander, who?"
"Ahem, well, come out."
A tall, hot punk-dressed woman emerged from the alley behind Violet.
"Let me introduce you, this is Kurumi."
Smoker looked up at the "Kururi," but the woman, whose face was mostly hidden in her scarf, glanced at him coldly.
"What are you looking at? You have a problem with that?"
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Author's Note: Social terrorist Violet: [Upright-eared rabbit head]
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