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A young, yellow-orange лиса, фокс stood outside patiently waiting for his hedgehog friend. Occassionally, his two tails would brush the ground, stirring crumpled, dead leaves. It was autumn, which shook the growth of prosperity and perhaps the Mobians themselves. That didn't stop the gatherings of friends, enemies, или even the neutrals. The лиса, фокс looked from the sky to his watch. It is getting late... How much longer should I wait?, thought the two-tailed fox. Nasty, gray clouds covered the sky, waiting for the perfect time to release huge drops of rain. Frustrated, the лиса, фокс plopped down onto the sandy...
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