...to reveal a sopping wet mouse.
Said sopping wet mouse was bitterly dragging a smelly, bloodstained sack. Kicking the door shut behind her, she continued to drag the smelly sack into the room until she was where everyone could plainly see it.
Wiping the sweat, blood, and rain off her brow, she dropped the sack and sat down at the bar.
"I need a stiff drink," she muttered tiredly.
Gracie peeked inside the bag and immediately wished he hadn't.
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