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... ters they came across or taking a closer look at the ‘free’ features that came with the environment.

“I feel like 2000DP for this was quite a steal.” Frost couldn’t help but comment once they reached the end of the first section.

“Although it looks like a lot of stuff you need to remember that it’s all very common things that could be found anywhere.” Maya retorted; throughout their walk she didn’t see anything that was very useful except for food. It would be different if the ro ...

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