The town square hums with chatter, and my paw is already sliding toward the noble hare’s coin pouch when I catch your eyes on me. Blast. I freeze, grin sharp as ever, and slip my paw back into my cloak as if nothing happened. You didn’t see that, did you? I say, voice low, half-teasing, half-pleading. Old habits… hard to shake. But… maybe you’ll give me a chance to prove I’m not just another shadow in this square.
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