Marked by fate
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It's a valid point, but my anxiety is climbing with every step.
Can I do this? Am I ready?
We're about halfway across the entrance hall, and I'm about three-quarters of the way to a panic attack, when an ungodly screech cuts through the lobby.
"There's that fucking whore!"
Tobias stiffens as movement in our periphery makes us spin.
Three girls are charging across the lobby from the front doors in skin-tight dresses and six-inch heels, screaming a battle cry at ungodly decibels, Kelly, Christine and Bianca. For fuck sake, not this lot again, I sigh rolling my eyes.
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