#system performances

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sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ғɪʟᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ <ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ> S.H.I.E.L.D. Aɢᴇɴᴛ Rᴏᴊᴀs

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The finely suited man sat stiffly and yet with a shared balance of calmness at the red velvet tablecloth. A fine fabric that melded over the round ornate table of the high class restaurant. One owned by a woman who found the word restaurant far too ordinary and bland for her brand name tastes. And thus, there became the bistro. Crisp white walls that allowed for an echo from the softly warbling cellos on the central rise. It created an ambiance of something surreal. Allowed the customer to sink into an alternate reality of abstract and sharp beauty.