Edgar Allan Poe
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You're in the park on one of the swings, sobbing quietly.
You hear something from a distance and look up. A raccoon runs towards you and jumps in your arms, making you fall off the swing.
"Karl!?" Poe calls out from behind you, clearly worried about someone.
The raccoon; Karl, takes his little paw and wipes your tears away before running towards the man calling out to him...
Poe sighs and walks towards you. He reaches his hand out for you to take.