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The drive was short, quiet, ending as abruptly when Blaze swerved across the lane mere minutes later, taking a sharp turn into a nearly empty parking lot.
“Shit-“ Armani cursed, his eyes blowing wide as he braced himself with one hand on the dash, the other one on his door. “What the fuck?!” he yelled, startled, turning to ask, “What the hell was that, Blaze?” With a hiss of his name, ready to scold him for driving so recklessly, but stopping when his eyes skimmed the sign just past Blaze’s head.
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