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... nd admiration.
She reached forward, her fingers brushing against the surface of the skinned meat.
Her touch was gentle, reverent even, as if afraid that pressing too hard might somehow ruin the perfection before her.
The flesh was smooth, almost glistening under the shop’s warm light. She could see the precision in every line, the clean separation where blade had met muscle. It wasn’t just good—it was immaculate.
"Besides..." she murmured softly, her voice carryin ...
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