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- Fortunately, I was able to catch the train. Hours later, I stood at her doorstep, staring at the chipped paint on her door.
- My knuckles hovered before I finally knocked.
- The door creaked open, and there she was. A middle-aged woman with brow, poured into a pair of tight jeans and a bubblegum-pink top that clung like it wanted to be twenty years younger.