Toxic Air and Vacant Stares

Toxic Air and Vacant Stares

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Growing up in the Lanes sucks, no sugar coating. Mar is no stranger to life in the Undercity, neither are her friends. Years after her second family is disbanded she is given a chance to get some of them back, but how do you gain the favor of a trigger happy cherry bomb and her sister without setting the world on fire? Basically an insert with one of my own characters. I recently watched Arcane and got obsessed, as one does. I didn't really see stories like what I was looking for online, so I decided to write my own.
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