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polished glass.
Not tonight.
Instead, she stood, slipped on the leather jacket, and said, “I’m taking a cab.”
Silven stood too.
“I’ll have a car take you.”
“No.”
“It’s raining.”
“I’ve survived weather before.”
He looked toward the window. Thin silver drops had started to strike the glass.
“I believe you,” he said. “That doesn’t make the cab cleaner.”
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