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Alice through the looking glass #43


The underground car park was a typical grey concrete colour. The big guy, Pete, had gotten out and joined the little thin guy, Frank, who swore a lot, round the back of the car. She had to admit though, the car was nice. Black suede leather seats and trim. And that, new car, smell.

She kept facing forwards. There was a lot of shouting coming from the back. Then there was a thud as someone hit the back of the car, and everything went terribly quiet. Then more shouting. She had to stop this. She climbed out of the car.

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