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[The deer looks up at her, dark eyes looking over Abby. There's a funny aura about it, like the sound and smell of rain. Like the smell of Seattle.

It doesn't start like a normal fawn might, instead it just looks at her, like it's curious. Or maybe like it expected her.]

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