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"You sure it was her?" Kyle asked, voice filled with panic. Danise nodded. "Certain." Kyle stood by the window, glancing at the gate, expecting her appearance. He called her and by judging from her voice, she couldn't be any happier when it was Kyle of all people, who initiated the dial. His foot was tapping the floor impatiently, water vapour from his breaths stained on the glass, forming the cloudy marks. Brandon was hustling with his phone, connecting whoever he could. The tension growing in the air was thick. There weren't any news from the police yet. And obviously they couldn't just sit and do nothing. Alarm of the kettle broke through their thorough worries. Hot gas shot up to the ceiling. Water was boiling. Danise tipped his toes to reach for the box of Jasmine teas set deep ins
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