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Shilo had spent the last week in her house, mourning her father and the godmother that she had never known. But she was running out of food. She needed to decide what to do with her new found freedom. She wasn't sure she wanted to stay in the city. Or at least not in the house that her father had turned into a tomb in tribute of her mother. She wished she had someone to turn to now. Someone who could help her adjust to her new freedom. Or at least someone to talk to. It was lonely in her house without her father.
Shilo dragged herself out of bed a wandered to the kitchen to see how much food was left. She was disappointed at the amount. She could always take some money and go looking for a grocery store. She wished, yet again, that there was someone to help her find the grocery store. What good was having all this money if she couldn't get to any stores to spend it. She sighed and closed the heard the front door open and for a second she thought it was her father coming home.
"Hey, kid. You okay?" A voice called from near the front door.
"Who- who is it?" Shilo said, slowly walking towards the voice. When she peaked around the thresh hold, she saw a familiar figure standing just inside her doorway looking around the front room.
"Graverobber?" Shilo said, confused. "What are you doing here?"