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... rs and a rich aroma of coffee. The shop felt no different from hours before when I scoped it out. I found the private room easily enough with a simple question to the staff at the counter.
Through the glass door, I could see a woman with shoulder-length brown hair hunched over a laptop. Cables and small devices were spread across the table to take up her attention, but she looked up as I approached anyway.
Warm brown eyes behind a set of wire-rimmed glasses. Not a handsome man at ...
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