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... her tray in hand, her oversized hoodie hanging low over her face. Her sunglasses stayed on, despite the flickering ceiling lights and the irritated look the lady behind the counter gave her.
"Can’t see what you’re pointing at with those on, sweetheart," the woman muttered.
Sera blinked slowly behind the lenses. "Then just give me whatever’s hot."
The woman shrugged and scooped a ladleful of powdered eggs onto her plate, followed by two strips of something that might’ve be ...
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