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... ill, eating a roasted chicken.
A whole roasted chicken.
Golden-brown, perfectly seasoned, still steaming.
Heena felt a vein throb in her temple. She really, truly wished she could grab him and choke him. Like, strangle this little lion until—
Wait. He was just code. Just lines of programming that materialized as a lion or whatever. You couldn’t actually kill code by choking it.
But this ’fucking foodie’ always—ALWAYS—had food. One time or another. Popcorn, ...
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