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She asked for the other side.
"Depends, are you with your brothers?"
"No," She replied.
"Is Torento after you again?"
"Trust me Alex, if Torento was after me, I wouldn't be here." He thought over that and nodded his head. Then pulling the lock, he opened the door. She was dressed simply, a blue sweater, shorts and high boots, her hair was packed up in a messy bun, the wind blew over making wisps of her hair cascade over her face.
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