{ Nocticadia }
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βTo be honest, I feel a little out of place here.β I glanced around, catching the stares of a few guestsβmen and women. βIt feels like everyone knows Iβm dirt poor.β βYou think theyβre staring at you because youβre poor?β He buried a smirk in his drink and tipped back a long swill that emptied the glass. His jaw flexed with the clenching of his teeth as he swallowed. βThe wealthy possess an insatiable appetite for the rare and priceless. They stare because youβre the only thing worth staring at.β
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