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Chapter 91 – More Shopping

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Oliver

Kir suddenly stops in his tracks and stares. I look up at him in puzzlement.

“What now?”

He just points toward a section of the store, where dozens of harnesses hang neatly from a steel rack.

Leather. Suede. Vinyl. Neoprene. Canvas. The options are staggering. Many are brightly colorful.

"Find the one you want," Kir tells me.

I walk straight to the rack. The first few are basic. Just a simple chest strap and a thin waist belt. I skip them. I want the thing in the window.

I sort through
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