I always marvel at human kindness, much like the irreversibility of bygone days, yet I have never been able to let down my guard in this era plagued by malice, growing increasingly cynical.
"Whose idea was the reassignment?"
In the dim bar, a short-haired woman in a black bodysuit chewed her bubble gum, her gaze scanning the front with vigilance. A black trench coat concealed most of the young man's figure, leaving behind only a wisp of white smoke and a glowing cigarette butt.
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