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... ird in a way I wasn’t expecting.
Not dangerous-weird. Just... domestic-weird.
Mara assigned us a corner of the warehouse with a folding table and some chairs that looked like they’d been stolen from a high school cafeteria. She brought us coffee, actual good coffee, not the burnt motor oil most people called coffee, and then proceeded to explain their entire operational structure like we were new employees getting orientation.
"We have seven active cells in the tristate a ...
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