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Knut Ljungfelt

A mellow lit high end Swedish restaurant interior, February, lunchtime. Where the fuck is Beatrice?, Knut thought, starring at his Bovet Fleurier 46 watch through half closed eyes as he uncomfortably sat waiting at a corner table in restaurant KB downing a vodka tonic. Waiter, another, he called out to no one in particular.

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