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And, as usual, the Wonder Records vending machine had eaten her money. Jiha looked longingly at the bag of shrimp chips that would’ve tided her over for the next hour or so of music writing. After all, a new album would be expected in the next year and everything she’d come up with so far was shit. Not that she’d admit to the company that she needed another songwriter’s help.
Jiha took a step back, thinking of how to get out her chips without being crushed to death under the weight of the steel box. She heard someone walking down the hall to her left and peered out to see none other than Chen of Legends.
“Hey,” Jiha turned to him. “think you can figure this thing out? I’m missing some quality snack time here.”





