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Fortunately for the stranger, a perplexed look overtakes the indignant and
impatient one that had been on her face just a moment ago. Being rude is
her specialty, but this situation is interesting (and different) enough to stun
such behavior. Rather than the shell that she very much wanted, several
grey crystals are being offered to her (or, at least, that’s what she assumes,
since the person isn’t talking). ❝ I asked for the shell. ❞
( Donna has half a mind to run. But she holds her own and pauses for a moment before she unfurls her tapered, solid fingers and tentatively holds the large cowry to the other and put the crystals in her pocket with the other. Shes offended and they’re possessive, but they’re not that possessive. With a quick glance, they find there are five billion other prettier shells around her feet. They’ll spare the one. )
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