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[05 Jul 2011|12:00am] |
One ordinary afternoon, just outside a Stark Inc. office, a young man stepped out of a portal that briefly opened between spatial planes. He carried a small metal cylinder in one hand, a letter in the other, and a pack on his back.
"May I see/meet/speak to Mr. Stark, please?"
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