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2024-10-29 19:42:56She was quiet the entire way down into the parking garage, and she's still quiet now. I glance at her away from the road—she's playing with the cuffs on my jacket that's still draped around her.
"Your car is really nice," she says over the silence. "I've never been in an Aston Martin before."
"It isn't anything special."
She laughs slightly. Hopefully she took my comment as sarcasm rather than being a rich asshole.
I ask her where she lives, and she tells me the address. Of course I don't know where the hell the coordinates are when she tells me, so she points me in all the right directions there until, after twenty minutes, we make it in
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