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... lazily into their utility belts.
The sun had completely set while they were arguing, the evening sky surrendering to the deep, inky black of a New York night. The glow of the streetlamps and neon signs cast harsh shadows across their faces.
"What seems to be the problem here, Sal?" the taller cop asked the vendor.
"These two crazies are trying to steal from me!" the vendor shouted, pointing a pair of greasy tongs at Aria. "She ate half a dog, and now sweater-vest here is ...
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