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throat, but it was clamped shut, her ha

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city lights streaking pa

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now, she was s

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store, sign so faded she couldn't

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smirk with no joy in it. "Safest sp

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yanked her door open. Evie sat there a second, cold

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switch. Lights buzzed on, warm a

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bed a hand down his face,

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over, sat, never

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punchline, for him to crac

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ost a grin but not quit

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ands, squinting at the scratches

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trust him.

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to what? And how far will