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"Chuds could be here" she thought, "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be chuds anywhere." The cool wind felt good against her bare cheeks. "I HATE CHUDS" she thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated her entire drone backpack, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through her powerful thick veins and washed away her (merited) fear of undesirables after dark. "With a drone backpack, you can go anywhere you want" she said to herself, out loud.