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... rumite.
In an office at the GDA facilities, two men were sitting across from each other, with clear tension between them. On one side, Cecil Stedman had a serious expression on his face as he sweated, trying to understand why a Viltrumite was standing behind Allen as if she were his bodyguard.
"Let me see if I understand, you want an identity for her?"
Cecil, still a man who had lived through countless situations, couldn't imagine how common sense could be so warped to ...
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