soon as I quiet my mind, something has my eyes popping open again. A shadow catches my attention just beyond the parking lot, and I squint, attempting to see better. Hustling across the street with both hands full is Meyer. Something falls from her bags, and she bends, rushing to grab the item before continuing to cross the dark road, only to drop down on an empty bus stop bench. At eleven thirty at fucking night. Across the street from a bar. A bar full of young dumbasses. What kind of shit is that? I make my way across the street. Before I reach the divider, Meyer pushes to her feet, lifts
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