The evening was misty and somewhat cold, as Erica walked home from dinner with J.D. He didn’t even offer to walk her home… what a dick.
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She pulled a lighter from her pocket, and a cigarette alongside. When Erica flicked it the first time, a few sparks flickered out here and there, but nothing ever fully ignited.
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“Shit.” She whispered under her breath, as she began rummaging through her coat.
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As she did, she heard the sound of a vehicle approaching from behind her. Erica quickly hid the cigarette, tucking it behind her ear, and then her hair over that. A black Cadillac began pulling up behind her.
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“You’re fucking insane.” A cold voice hissed from the window that was only slightly rolled down. Erica looked over, and through the crack of the tinted window was a pair of beautiful (whatever the fuck color Kristi Noem’s has) orbs, piercing right through her.