[It is fall! There are leaves all over the streets of Goldenrod. Silver is pretty easily satisfied- the crunching of the leaves under his feet sounds nice, the air is cold and crisp, it's a nice day...
But there is one thing in particular that is making Silver let go of Gold's hand and plant his face right in front of one of the stores.
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But there is one thing in particular that is making Silver let go of Gold's hand and plant his face right in front of one of the stores.
Investigate? y/n]