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First impression
He looked up when he heard a knock on his door. What did the old witch want this time around? He'd had nothing to do with Billy Stubbs' rabbit, well, he had, but they couldn't prove that.
He had a visitor? He doubted it. He had long since given up on anyone showing any interest in him - since he was five or so.
The fact that Mrs. Cole couldn't even pronounce his visitors name didn't exactly speak for him but then again she was clearly drunk. On the other hand, his horrendous clothes in that horrendous colour didn't help.