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then paused. "Bring the Grant prop

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l and looked up.

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dangerous: she was no longer sure if she w

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mmed, and the only sound wa

o go home yet. Maybe it was the nerves, maybe the desire to prove herself... or maybe she just didn'

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ll h

ng by the glass wall, his jacket gone, his shirt sleeves ro

anding up. "Just finishing

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softly. "I

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hts were dim, and city lights spilling in through the tall glass windows

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iately. The air seemed to

never expected to see the girl w

glass down slowly, heartbeat

waver. "I reme

lowed behind them, a blur of lights and motion,

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ed up at him. "Yo

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at are w

moment, his expression unreadable.

the air...heavy, sug

air from her face, and stepped back. The mo

aid quietly. "Before

turned to leave. But as she reac

a good jo

Thank you," and walked out, her heart racing

hakily, leaning against the wall. The city li

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