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TWENTY-ONE –––––––– Breaking a hundred in the coffee shop guaranteed her a glare. Every time she turned around, she noticed the security guard Zave had put on her. At first, it was unsettling, like she was being stalked. Then she saw the guy put his body between her and a dude who was running down the sidewalk. He might not have been coming for her, but her bodyguard prevented her from having to think about it. If that guy had come rushing at her, she probably would’ve panicked. As it was, the act made her smile. Payphones weren’t easy to find, and she didn’t want to stand at a busy booth to talk to her brother. By chance, Devon noticed disposable phones in a convenience store and picked one up so she could talk to her brother and walk at the same time. The initial call was short becaus
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