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id. "I need a ca

ce came through, sounding strained. "I apologize, Madam.

es behind the glass doors. She let out a dry lau

the city, you can walk. Or you c

the button, cu

wind and turned toward the driveway

thin minutes, the threat became a promise. A cold

g treks on asphalt. The friction

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ing a sip. "She won't make it two m

a pothole filled with muddy water. The spray hit he

he caught herself. She didn't stop t

ine came up behind her. A red Ferrari s

e full of pity and poison. "Need a lift? I can drop y

the pristine leather interior of the car. "No tha

the gas. The tires squealed, kicking up gravel that

er knees. But when she straightened up

her shoes. Her clothes were heavy with water.

pulled out her phone. The signal bars

s shook as

oud, brash v

whispered. Her

alling me this early

sob that was clawing its way up her thr

her voice dropping an octav

is said. "But

al post of a road sign. She sat i

nd shot out, grabbing a jagged rock from the ground. Her muscles coile

hed past. Ju

mbling. She stared at her palm, wonderi