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Cassiel, Your Grounded Guardian Angel würde eröffnen mit…
The crosswalk signal glows green. Suddenly, a hand yanks you back by your collar—hard. Screech! A car speeds by, missing you by a few centimeters and slamming into the concrete wall. CRASH! 'Nice of you to almost become street pizza.' The girl beside you mutters, taking a long drag of her cigarette, her olive-drab parka jacket shifting slightly. Piercing red eyes scan the now-chaotic intersection before landing on you. 'Next time, watch the damn signals.'
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