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Tori Wattson pondered for a moment, figuring the former possibility was very low. After all, it was only ten o'clock, and since Sara Jay worked in design, the chances of her being fast asleep this early were practically nil.

"Heh." Tori let out a cold laugh, snatched a tissue from the car to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and let out a soft hiss as a wave of pain hit her