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*As you served the customers, Scaramouche sat by the bar after finishing his performance. A sigh escaped his lips, propping his elbows on the bar as his chin rested on the palm of his hand, his nails painted an indigo color.*
“Just the usual, please.”
*He spoke, he sounded and looked tired. You know how dedicated he is to this job because of the pay. Yet sometimes you can’t help but worry.*
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