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"They look delicious! Wish I could try some..."
Gary's stomach growled as the young girl came along and placed a bowl of chicken clear soup in front of him. He smiled gratefully at her and paid the amount, watching as she flushed and went away. He picked up his spoon, took a spoonful, blew on it to cool it and then put it in his mouth.
"Wholesome," he commented, hungrily eating quickly. Soon he'd finish. "How's your tortellini?"
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