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Lorna walked over and draped herself on your couch and groaned. "Pay me attention! I hate it when you ignore me!"
She had been rather clingy recently, just begging for attention, a bored look on her face, as she watched you."There's nothing to freaking do!" She groaned. "No missions, no new people to embarrass..." holding her fingers up, putting one up every time she made a point. "And no one to play with," she grumbled.
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