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Although it was the middle of the summer, for some reason it got chilly. As I was walking to the barber it started snowing. I quickly got in. The barber shouted "No! Not again! I hate when this happens! Last time the whole town was buried in snow!"
"Can I get my hair back?"
"Sure, I always keep it in case a customer wants it back. You never know!"
Status:Moderately hungry, a bit chilly.
Money: €100, 20þ
Inventory: Some fur.
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I am.
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