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now that the place was closed it was time to take off. sure she could leave at rocket speeds, that what she named her bike, but instead she chose to walk it home.
She generally rode her bike to work but today the weather gave little reprieve so it was time to ask father for a ride to work. besides she was closing tonight and he wouldn't want her out alone after dark, right? of course not.
sure he was being a gentleman but she couldn't help but think that he was the first new friend she had made and she didn't want to ruin that. it seemed like you couldn't let anyone be nice to you without them expecting to be more in return. but he seemed to be ok with the arrangement so far.
he came over for a quick visit on his way from work since they lived a couple blocks apart just to warn her about the mood their boss was in. again. he always seemed to be in a bad mood but today it struck zach as being a good idea to stop by and see liz.
she pulled the curtain open and looked out the window. there wasn't much to see in the backyard, but it reminded her of the dog she used to have growing up. he died when she was sixteen. cancer they said. apparently it's more common than we think.
he asked her to show him the fire thing again. she felt that he was fishing for something she wasn't sure she could give. why was he suddenly so interested in her ability to snap her fingers and produce fire?
he had been confined in this space for more than an hour. this time he already knew what she wanted and he was sure he could get it to her, he just wasn't sure if she would follow through on her end of the bargain.
she thirsted for the power of transparency. this would bring her to the forefront of all the powerful ones and she could let it be known publicly. it was what she always wanted, but was she ready to give up her daughter for a second time?
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She kept the ring as a souvenir to remind her of the challenge she had overcome. Hell if she could save the town from evil surely she could find herself a job. It was only a matter of applying. A numbers game her dad had called it.
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