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... ng Bar, eyeing the large frog squatting by the door.
Noon—especially Monday to Friday afternoons—the pedestrian street’s traffic was exceptionally sparse, resulting in even fewer patrons at the Wandering Bar.
Commissioner remembered very clearly, when he was a student, the frog at the bar’s entrance looked just the same: short, plump, lazy, wearing an expression of perpetual drowsiness. Though it was an alchemical creature, it was extremely cunning. If someone slipped it a can of ...
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