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[gummies]

[Clickity-click. Hi guys. Hope you weren't hoping for a damsel in distress asking IS THIS THE REAL LIFE, because all you're getting from Shea the Bright Little Crayon is a very long, dramatically pitched,]

Hello-ooooooo?

[And pause.]

Man, this is some fancy gadget. Don't see the maker's name anywhere.

[Yes, that would be the sound of her shaking it to see if anything jingles inside. Now that's the sign of good workmanship. You're lucky she didn't just decide to sell it off.

(She's lucky, actually. But moving on.)]

Anyway-! I'm feelin' kinda lost right now, but I'm guessing one or two of you might be able to help me out? I'm looking for my big sis. Her name's Riley. Long brown hair, eyes like this, [she presses her fingers against the corners of her eyes and pulls softly,] Always smoking or talking about our bike. Always dresses in black, too. Can't be hard to miss!

[And yep! That's pretty much it. But after a beat her voice becomes a little distant, suddenly groaning with slight discomfort.]

Man, I should not have eaten that thing...

Anyway - thanks! Bye.