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It was late. She would admit that it was late. It was the night of the Royce party, and as she had opted not to go, she had spent all evening in an all-night diner that was akin Denny’s but not really. She had chosen this knockoff Denny’s because Minnie’s Diner was closed. She would very quickly learn that if there was a benefit or a gala or something that sounded very rich and very fancy, the majority of the town would be closed.
She had read. She had eaten half decent pancakes. She had spilled syrup on her book. She had called her mother. It had been a half decent night.
Becky was lucky she had driven. She was approaching the store, her home, at close to three in the morning. She rarely stayed out so late, but the store sort of freaked her out at night, and she was trying to find wa
