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... tional Airport.
Even at night, this place was still bustling with people. How to describe it? Maybe, if someone with social anxiety came here alone, they’d desperately look around for a box labeled "ripe mangoes" to hide in.
Fortunately, Gotham Song wasn’t socially anxious at all. She stood casually by the arrivals gate without any disguise, waiting for the person Secretariat had mentioned.
But, truthfully, this had been a terrible idea—perhaps the worst possible choice s ...
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