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Dick looked up again from his papers, closed the folder so he could talk to the woman easier, look more polite.  â Oh, Iâm always kind of tired, â Dick assured her, waving off the concern with an easy smile.  â I didnât get a great nightâs sleep, you know?  Loud city. â
Amira nodded before taking a sip from her tea. Amira had a feeling what he was talking about. How could possibly someone sleep when a certain part of this city never slept? Super-heroes and Super-villains - they made her head spin wildly. So long that she never got tangled into their mess she would be just fine. âPerhaps a cup of Chamomile tea could ease you into sleeping.â













