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Mulberry wonders if there are some buried issues here for the gryphon. Not that that mare is worried about that at the moment, moving another inch forward slowly. It’s not Begonia, but it’s a start.
“Aren’t you a little concerned that I’m pointing a gun at you?” Mulberry says.
She takes a quick glance over to the pianist. He is definitely dead, and probably has been so for some time. He’s still on strings however, so he might be a problem.
“What are you talking about? I’m down here!” The marionette says, shaking herself.
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