Her eyes go wide. "What the actual f#@& are you caught up in? No, forget I asked, I don't want to know. Okay I kind of do," she laughs nervously.
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"I'm Sandy, by the way." The two of you turn the street corner and she leads you to an old red Volkswagen Golf, opening the passenger door for you and helping you in. When she shuts the door after you, the sound and cold of the street is cut off. You see her walk around to the drivers side and get in, cold rushing in until the door shuts again. She starts the car and immediately lowers the blasting volume of punk music. "Sorry. Hey," she turns to you. "You...want to tell me what happened? Who did that to you?" The car idles steadily, and gradually warmer air blows from the vents. |