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Jazz was walking down the path out of Toya. He was tired from his day of raking in little money and decided to take a walk. Walking, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg, and then someone grab something from his pocket. Jazz spun around and kicked the Pickpocket in the head. A fight was sure to ensue. It wasn't the thing Jazz wanted at this time of day, but he figured it would keep his mind off the addicting games in the tavern that had poisoned his mind.
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