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When Indigo had settled up her bill, Shea escorted her to her bike and handed her the keys. Indigo’s eyes were dull and watering, her voice hoarse. “No offense, Indigo, but you look like shit.”
“I feel like s**t. I just want to go to bed and zone out.” Indigo blew her nose and rubbed her head. “Unfortunately, I still have one more errand to run.”
Errand, huh? Like scoring some dope? “Is it something I can do for you?” Shea forced a smile.
“Oh no. It’s kinda personal.” Indigo pulled on her helmet. “But thanks for offering. And thanks for fixing my seat heater. As achy as I feel, I’m going to need it on my way home.”
“Ride safe out there.”
Indigo started the bike, then gave Shea the thumbs-up. Shea waved and ran to the office, slipping on her hoodie.
“What’s up?” asked Terrance.
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