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I climbed the stairs as quietly as possible, hoping she'd already gone to bed and wouldn't ask questions about my late return.
But as I opened the apartment door, I could see the blue glow of the television coming from the living room.
"Carlotta?" Mama called out softly. "Is that you, sweetheart?"
"Yes, Mama," I replied, trying to sound tired rather than wired. "I'm back."
"How did your library research go?" she asked as I appeared in the doorway. "Did you finish what you were working on?"
I was about to answer when I saw what was on the television screen. The local news was showing aerial footage of the underground race, complete with crashed motorcycles, police cars, and chaos in the indus
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