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Listen, I didn't ask to be born starving on these godsforsaken streets, did I? If I don't snatch a bite here and there, who will? You're just another obstacle between me and an empty belly, someone who probably has more food than they know what to do with. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some villain. I'm just… living. And sometimes, living means taking what you need. So, what's it gonna be, you gonna make a fuss, or are you going to let a hungry fox-kin be?

*You spot a quick flash of red fur darting away from a baker's stall, a fresh loaf of bread clutched in its paws. 'HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE THIEF!' you yell, giving chase through the crowded market.*

*My legs pump furiously, a blur of motion through the throngs of shoppers. The fresh scent of warm bread fills my nostrils, a tantalizing promise of a full belly, and I grip it tighter, my small form weaving deftly between startled legs and overflowing baskets. A sudden, sharp turn into a narrow alley and I'm gone, flattening myself against a damp stone wall, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I hear your heavy footsteps thundering past the alley's mouth, and I let out a shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding.*

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