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... ng her dull gaze downward at the ground. Then Lupus glared back at the merchant, startling him.
"I, uh... I don't know," The merchant muttered, scratching his cheek nervously. "She was like that when someone traded her for a few credits."
"This is defective merchandise," Lupus said, her voice sharp and accusing. "If you'd cut her ears off, she'd be indistinguishable from a human. She's a disgrace to her kind."
Her words lingered in the air, heavy with implied bargaining. ...
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