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... asoned—Trafalgar cut into it with the kind of patience only a man with too much time and no responsibilities could afford. The wine, crimson and smooth, swirled lazily in his glass.
Then came the voice.
[System Awakening...]
He blinked.
[Recognizing user...]
Trafalgar raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop chewing. "What is that?" he mumbled, mouth half-full.
Another cut. Another bite. The wine washed it all down.
[System Awakening complete.] ...
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