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... ossible scent of real breakfast cooking nearby.
Fresh eggs. Actual bacon. Their stomachs cramped and growled as the aroma drifted through the rubble where they huddled
Legend with dried blood still flaking from his hands from trying to resist the night before, Pope looking hollow eyed behind their pathetic barricade. It had to be Snow Team, which meant Felicity was there too.
Marx gnawed at his ration bar, shooting Ivan sideways glances. Despite his stone face, Ivan could ...
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