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... , a stark contrast to the damp chill of the previous night. The weight in his pocket – $157.76 of real, earned cash – felt like armor. The Neural-Interface hummed softly, its map still highlighting the Bodega ’Quick Stop’ marker a block away with the note *Sticking Refrigerator Door. Estimated Fee: $20-$30 + Possible Trade.*
His stomach growled insistently. Food first. He knew he could think clearer on a full stomach, and tackling the bodega job would definitely need focus. While the Sys ...
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