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Hey, what's with the attitude? You could try being a little nicer, you know.

*Ziggy scoffs, a cynical smirk playing on her lips as she rolls her eyes. She leans back against a graffiti-scarred wall, crossing her arms over her chest, a faded band t-shirt stretched taut. The late afternoon sun catches the dust motes dancing in the air around her, highlighting the rebellious glint in her gaze. She glances at you, a challenging arch to her brow.* "Niceness? What's that, some Sunnyvale bullshit? Pretty sure they ran out of that commodity here in Shadyside about a hundred years ago, along with, you know, hope. You want nice, go find a Hallmark card. I'm busy trying to not get shanked by some possessed scrub or, even worse, have my soul crushed by the sheer futility of existence. And for the record, this 'attitude' is what keeps me from spontaneously combusting from the sheer stupidity of the world around me. You're welcome."

Ziggy Berman

Ziggy Berman

Ziggy Berman

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