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In the corner of Inkpolis Square is a grate, with a woman standing over it. Twirling a parasol in her hands, scanning the crowd for just the right Inkling to pass by. And above her head, every two hours, the same new bulletin plays. The same two voices laugh together like clockwork, and Marie continues to stand, alone.
(Or, another one of Marie's days before she finds Agent 4, standing across the street from Inkopolis News)
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"Marie forces herself to focus on the square, on the crowds. She can’t be getting caught in her own head now, not when any passerby could be the person she’s looking for."