“Why are your arms and knees all scraped up?” I glanced down at the abrasions on my skin. “I climbed out of a church basement window.” “Cool. So, we’re going into town?” “Yes. I just need to take a kitchen inventory,” I decided, finding my trusty notebook and pen. Coffee. Food. Transportation? Job? New purpose in life? “We can take the bikes,” Waylay piped up. “Bikes?” I repeated. “Yeah. Liza J dropped them off. Said we have to come to dinner tonight too.” “You met our landlord?” I squeaked. “Who else stopped by? The mayor? Exactly how long have I been asleep?” Her eyes went wide and serious.
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