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Bottan “Just a moment, ma’am,” Natasha said and turned around, activating her radio. “Who let the goat in?”
There were brief bursts of static noise as someone hit their button repeatedly off-center, then Clint, breathless with excitement: “There’s a goat in the store?”
“Yes. At the deli counter,” Natasha confirmed.
“What do you mean, there is a
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