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Shining Mystery Blossom
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...By the time the tranquilizer wears off, though, the poor weasel is close to bleeding out!
She raises her head weakly/
Typo begins, "all my life, I've searched for one-"
The weasel interrupts him, though. In between terrible coughing fits, she manages to get out, "The box.. *ack* quickly... the only way... *wheeze, cough, wheeze* the box... password... *huuhhgh* the sled... the sled..."
Typo swiftly cradles her head in his paws and asks, "What do you-" but he's too late. The weasel has passed out again.
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