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"Effistella the Perfect" by dorotheasansa
I was born on the streets of Neopia Central. For the first few years of my life, I stole what food I needed, starved more often than not, and did what I could to avoid the pound. No one looked twice at me, a hungry, dirty Usul with small eyes and a skill for hiding. I was never named, never having had an owner, but developed a moniker after a few months of being shouted at by shopkeepers desperate to stop me from thieving. "Off!" they'd yell at me...

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