“Two coffees. And a bear claw.” Avery found his shoes and stamped his feet into them without undoing the laces. “I’ll tell you what an opulent capitalistic garish nightmare he lives in, and how big his harem is.” He smirked at that, teasing her a bit, and grabbed his jacket. “Laters, Lucky.”
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