[ About twenty minutes later, there's a knock on Lara's door, and a yellow jacket crammed into her mailbox. Though it feels almost like leather, the material is thick, with the odd sheen of an oil slick. Quinn is stitched crudely into the inside of the neck.
Alice, or anyone else, is by then far from view. ]
it'll help with anything glancing. you can give it back when we move on
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Alice, or anyone else, is by then far from view. ]
it'll help with anything glancing. you can give it back when we move on
[ don't get shot fucker ]
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You're not preserving your anonymity very well. Thank you.
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