The imp floated over the village, among the wires and tall rooftops, searching for a moral to mess with. It had a particular taste for those that were either feisty and had a bit of fight in them, or in those that are mousy and would naturally be the perfect candidates. Spying through the crowd, it saw two such specimens perfect for it's specifications, a tall blond girl and her companion, a darker haired one trailing behind. They were holding shopping bags and skittering around the crowd, which made them easy to sight. The one in the front blabbered about while the one behind nodded and listened diligently. Maybe these two would be good choices, or at least the easiest in sight, owing to it's patience which Imps weren't particularly known for.
As the imp swarmed around examining it's pray, it finally chose...
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