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"That's a good question," she replied, ignoring his subtle teasing. What time was it? Dammit, she should've picked up a watch at that store.

"It feels pretty late, maybe three or four, but my judgement of time isn't great right now. It's been a long night, even before you showed up. It could be close to sunrise for all I know," she finally noticed the headlights, and stuck two fingers between her lips. With a loud whistle, the car began to slow.

"Wow, that actually worked,"

"I think they're open twenty four hours, though," she murmured, digging in her bag. She pulled out a pen - decorated with white cats - and a notebook, and hurriedly scribbled something in it.

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