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Selina leaned into the passenger window, smiling. "My friend here needs a ride to the welcome center," she cooed breathily, "Would two dollars cover it?"

The driver assured her it would.

She handed the boy a five dollar bill, wrapped in a page torn from the notebook. A phone number was scribbled on it, without a name.

"If you need any help, or if you get lost, you can call me," she said, sticking the wad in his hand. "That's a privileged number, though. If that falls into the wrong hands, I know where you're staying," she added with a small smile.

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