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... door open. The warm, greasy aroma of fried chicken wrapped around him as he stepped in.
It was lunchtime but the place wasn’t too busy.
Seated at a booth near the window, Jones leaned back casually, his blond hair catching the light. A small smirk played on his lips as he gave Kant a relaxed wave.
"Look who’s back. I was beginning to think all I would get was the text that dinner was ready."
Kant shrugged as he slid into the booth opposite him. "Had a free moment ...
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