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... could only stare, speechless, at the nonsense coming out of Sunday Silence’s mouth. But other than being speechless, she really didn’t feel much else. How was she supposed to describe her mood?
She was Sunday Silence. Other than surrendering, what else could she even do?
Yeah—something like that. Especially since that sort of resignation reached its absolute peak at one very specific moment—
When she woke up the next morning to find Manhattan Cafe asleep on one side, Neo ...
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