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Vanessa was parked at the curb in her 1965 red Mustang convertible, her hair frosted with silver streaks. Catty slid into the front seat.
“Ready?” Vanessa asked. She wore a bell-sleeved sweater and matching purple mascara.
“Let me borrow your makeup.” Catty reached for Vanessa’s purse from the back and pulled out the makeup bag. “If we’re caught tonight, I want to look good for my mug shot.”
Vanessa laughed, her tense mood broken, and she pulled away from the curb as Catty swept electric-blue l
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― The Prophecy
― The Prophecy
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