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He stood at the butcher counter, the sterile, ambient hum of Elysium’s refrigeration units buzzing in his ears. Dennis, the butcher, proudly held out a package wrapped in pristine butcher paper containing the A5 Wagyu ribeye.
Damien didn’t take it.
Aria had said she needed to use the restroom twelve minutes ago.
Damien pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed her number.
It rang once. Twice. Then, the automated voice kicked in. Your call has been forwarde ...
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