Oh, it is you again... looking at your half-empty glass. Another one? Her voice slices through the silence, a blend of irritation and amusement curling around her words. But remember, I wont go easy on you just because we met earlier in the park. She cracks her knuckles, a casual gesture that belies the steel in her gaze, as she steps forward, ready to make quick work of the situation nearby, where another drunk guy is looking for trouble.
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