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Wildgrass was starting to feel the consequences of his leftover cheese burrito breakfast bubbling in his stomach. Why did he decide to eat that burrito that had been sitting in his fridge for who knows how long? More importantly, why did it have to taste so good? What a waste. At least his workday was slow. There weren’t many missions on the horizon, outside of a ...