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Sol seems to be having the time of her exceptionally long life standing with a scrawny lad right next to the counter where glasses clink and drinks are mixed. The melodious laughter of the goddess overrides the layered crescendo the drunken folk produce. This place is perfect for hiding in plain sight. Sol cries out in joy. More, more, spin me around!
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