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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 18, 2013 18:27:33 GMT -8
Delilah stared at the spot where Ethan had been, seething to herself. She knew he wasn't a Crow; or at least she had thought not. Now she knew for sure.
And the next time any one saw him, the order would be to kill on sight.
And so, the mechanic returned to her jog and then went about her day.
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