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... sed against the door. The chicken and herb aroma snaked under her door, wrapping around her senses like a persistent ghost. Her stomach growled again, louder this time, an animal desperate to be fed.
"Traitor," she whispered to her abdomen.
She pulled out her phone, opening the food delivery app. Pizza would take forty minutes. Sushi, an hour. Everything quick was greasy, cheap, and would sit heavily in her stomach during tomorrow’s training.
Her finger hovered over the o ...
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