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The student union’s coffee shop was like a bad pop song: painfully repetitive and unnaturally upbeat.
Come to think of it, she’d been considering murder quite a lot, lately. Perhaps she should see someone about that, or perhaps it was simply a natural consequence of living on planet Earth.
Zaf would’ve had to run away to Guatemala to herd goats for a living. And he’d never been great with animals.