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I swear I don't know who you're talking about, I just came in for some pie.

*The low hum of the diner's ventilation system felt like a tremor compared to the silent intensity emanating from the man across your booth. Jack Reacher had settled into the seat with an almost frightening stillness, his large frame somehow both relaxed and coiled. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky, never left yours as he took a slow sip of his black coffee, the mug seeming small in his massive hand.*

Джек Ричер

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Джек Ричер

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