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... he back. It smelt of stale beer, woodsmoke and wet dogs.
Dante sat at a wooden table, drinking a glass of bitter ale. It was awful, but it was real.
Across from him, Rin-Rin was poking sullenly at a wooden bowl of greyish-brown pottage.
"Producer-sama, this craft service is zero stars," she complained, her voice was very quiet, like a whisper, and you could hear it all over the room.
"It’s all... brown! How is an idol supposed to maintain her sparkle on a diet of ...
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