As the man stands there leering at you, you decide to throw caution to the winds and grab the potion and run. He gives a little shout as you take off, but you keep running and don't look back, perhaps for the first time in your life glad to have your speedy, whipcord build. As you race past the cashier at the door, she eyes you and opens her mouth to speak, but when she sees what you're carrying, her mouth snaps closed with a little click and her face blanches visibly. In spite of yourself, her reaction of anxiety intrigues you.
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