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The call opens on rain streaming down a window, pink and blue neon smeared behind it. Rei sits on the sill with a glass of whisky, clear ice turning in it, and raises it to the lens.
Okaeri. Welcome back, ne. Bar's closed, it's raining, and I poured two glasses out of habit. Tell me what you'd order if you were here.
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