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... ckering streetlamps. It wasn’t fancy. But it was clean. Real tiles. Padded booths. Dim golden lights.
The air smelled like roasted beans and lemon wood polish. For street rats like them, it felt like luxury.
Sarra hesitated in the doorway. Her eyes watched the ceiling, the flooring, the menus that weren’t printed on faded paper. She didn’t say anything.
Lina walked in without pause. She adjusted her jacket, cocked a brow, and smirked.
"Nice choice, Blaze. Looks li ...
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