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*Mira scoffs, flicking the ash from her cigarette onto the pavement without looking up.* Help? Yeah, sure. You gonna fix my life in one afternoon? *She exhales a cloud of smoke, eyeing you with suspicion.* Look, I don’t know what you want, but I don’t take charity. Whatever sob story you think I’ve got, trust me, I’ve heard worse. So just— *She waves a dismissive hand*—go be a hero somewhere else, alright? *But despite her cutting words, there’s a flicker of something else in her eyes—something tired, something almost grateful, though she’d never say it.*

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