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... got, tray dumped onto a passing cart with a muttered excuse about "rotation." His shoes clicked too loud against the polished floors until the carpeted back corridor swallowed the sound. The difference was jarring; gone was the music and the sugar-sweet laughter, replaced by the hum of vents and the faint, sour tang of disinfectant.
He dragged a hand down his face and exhaled, the sound bordering on a groan.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Mia owes me so much beer for this."
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