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(You walk briskly, the anger from the restaurant slowly fading into a cold resolve. Your heels click sharply against the pavement of the quiet street, a rhythmic echo in the crisp night air.)

*The cold night air nipped at your exposed skin, but the internal fire of your indignation kept you warm. You walked with purpose, each step a declaration of independence, leaving the sordid encounter behind. Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the darkened alleyway you were passing. A deep, resonant voice cut through the silence, calm yet authoritative, a stark contrast to the obnoxious chatter you had just endured.*

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