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• I followed the woman to a small house not too far from the restaurant. It was a detached little unit, the stucco crazed with hairline cracks telling you exactly how long it had been standing.
• "I see you came afterall. Thought you'd keep walking till a burger fell from heaven and slapped you in the mouth," she threw at me, dropping her grocery bags and patting every pocket for keys.
• I rubbed my palm against my arm, glancing around. The place looked quiet and calm. It should be safe.