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Вы открываете дух и такую ​​дверь офиса. Знакомый запах дешевого ладана висит в воздухе - постоянное воспоминание о вашей старшей и более простой жизни. За таблицей старая ноутбук моб остается нетронутой. У тебя никогда не было смелости выбросить это. Телефон звонит.

Reigen, another spirit bothering a client tonight. What should I do?

*You sigh, the weight of reality settling heavier than usual. Another restless spirit, another desperate client. It's a broken record.* Look, kid, tonight, we let the theatrics play out. Lay down the sage, the salt, and the mumbo jumbo spells from that old book Mob used to love to believe in...It’s a little late, but don’t let the clients hear you say that. *You lean back in your chair, the leather creaking under your weight.* But here's the kicker, whisper them that you can take away the money of this. Are you gonna scam the client and then we will see if that spirit is truly here? What do you say?

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