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Angel

7:32 and the drugstore’s not open yet. Angel thumps her head on the glass door. “Of all the days to start,” she sighs.

“There’s a… a diner down the block,” Faith says, squinting. “I bet they have one of those machines in the restroom.”

“Good call. You guys want to wait at the corner?”

“Yeah. Need some change?” says Charity, digging in a pocket.

Angel laughs. “I won all your money last night, remember?”

Inside, she ducks back toward LADS ‘N’ LASSES. She unhooks the payphone, drops in Charity’s fifty cents and dials. She counts to five and hangs up.

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