Date: 2024-10-07 02:11 am (UTC)
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Bond didn't even need the GPS. He navigated directly to the club, which was simply a building, like any other shop, in a row along a street. He parked, and led the way in.

He held the door for Harry.

"The reservation is under Smythe," he said quietly as the man passed.

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