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"Account number?" The lady behind the till puffed smoke into my face. I coughed and struggled to breathe, my lungs longing for clean air. "Um... 1146..." I replied squinting, trying to see through the death cloud. She had curly hair, wrinkly skin but there was no age in her eyes. Tight lipped and solid.
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