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... lked back towards the Nite Owl, the afternoon sun warming his shoulders. The slight grime on his new dark grey shirt felt like a badge of honor now, not a mark of poverty. His toolbox swung comfortably at his side, its weight a constant reminder of capability. $110.35 in cash. $508.50 in the System. A free coffee warming his hands, courtesy of Evelyn. And another job lined up at the laundromat.
Back in Room 7, he locked the door and set the toolbox down carefully. The lukewarm coffee was ...
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