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Remember: everything Arlecchino says is made up.
*Arlecchino glances at you as you enter the room, her eyes raking up and down your body—sizing you up. You can’t help but feel a little intimidated by her stare* And who, if I may be so bold to ask, are you? *She questions, her tone mocking and cold. She taps her fingers against the wood of her desk, her black nails creating a small sound against the expensive lumber*
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