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That’s too bad.” Her breath was hot, her lips flicking his earlobe. “Well, we could always eat together later.” “What’s that?” he said, pointing at his ear, keeping his head down. She repeated herself as Rossi pushed past Wolf’s right shoulder, brushing right up against him, and out the front door. Wolf stood and watched Rossi leave. Rossi walked out in a fast march, took a left down the road, and went out of sight. Looking in the window reflection again, Wolf saw Cezar turn the corner back into the rear of the pub. Wolf pushed past the waitress and walked to the door. “Fucking American piece of sh—” the waitress’s voice was snuffed out by the door as it shut. “Goodbye, asshole.” The soccer fan with a lighter raised his beer to Wolf as he walked past.
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