The throng of people closes in on you. The air is a suffocating mix of smog and greasy street food. Jumbled conversation and the voices of hawkers selling their bootlegs bounce off the tall, concrete buildings. The street market is always busy at this time of night. But what has caught your attention is the woman in front of you. She is so short, you have to look down at her. She holds a flag package out. Delivery Her voice is flat and soft.
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