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A young, yellow-orange soro 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, or even the neutrals. The soro 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 soro plopped down onto the sandy...
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