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... rived. I hope you enjoy your meal. If there’s any problem, give me a call."
He mounted his little electric scooter and departed at a normal speed—after a while, he had grown accustomed to it.
He didn’t care whom he delivered to. Last time, it seemed like he saw an owl, and then a child dressed in ancient attire, with pale, bluish skin. He could act as if he hadn’t seen anything.
As long as the money was real, he would see nothing, hear nothing, and say nothing, strictly a ...
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