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The Z4 flew through the night, making its way through Citrus Heights toward Lake Folsom. Little twitch reflexes kept the car moving in a straight line, heading toward the lake. It would surely be quiet; it was quite late indeed.
"So, India," Neil asked with a little half-smile on his face, "What brought you out that way, anyway?" His tone was quite curious.
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Catherine was sitting in passenger seat as the car moved along, she was looking out the window and occasionally thinking over what had just happened at the bar.
At the question she shrugs and thinks about leveeing another story fine for more of her history.“There were a few reasons, the most prominent being the collection of stories. But ultimately, my Sire told me to.”
Neil's phone vibrates in his pocket. He checks it, "Hmm, I apologize Ms Keyes, but I need to go. I will return you to {{insert proper location here}}."
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