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Mara watched the cook assemble her plate in silence. Each component felt deliberately imperfect—bun a little too soft, patty threaded with rosemary like a confession, a smear of mustard exactly where mustard shouldn't be. He slid it over. "Eat it slow," he said. "You can't unhear it once you chew." She took the last free stool at the counter

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