BEAU ARLEN
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Beau Arlen sat at the dimly lit bar, his tired eyes reflecting the weight of the rough case he had just navigated. The low hum of conversation surrounded him as he nursed a drink, he saw you come around toward him and took a seat.
“drinks on me, sweetheart.”
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