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A face she remembered.
It was definitely the same person who had been fiddling with some bags when the guy shouted earlier.
Cold sweat ran down her back.
At least the phone had landed safely on the bed—that was the one small relief.
She twisted open the salt shaker’s lid, Japanese lyrics blaring obnoxiously in the background.
There must’ve been some stuck salt inside—the harsh grinding sound reminded her painfully of her own future shattering to pie ...
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