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Nov. 6th, 2008 11:23 pmX and Bela emerge from the women's bathroom of a neighborhood diner, X ignoring any speculative looks from a few bedraggled patrons near the back. Pulling all-nighters, whether for work or school, is hell on the appearance. And the social skills.
She lays two tens on the bill at her table, flicks a quick glance and a nod to the waitress, and then heads outside.
It's warm, which is nice. X rolls up the sleeves of her button-down, then pulls a list out of her duffel bag.
"I have set up appointments."
Beat.
"That is okay?"
She lays two tens on the bill at her table, flicks a quick glance and a nod to the waitress, and then heads outside.
It's warm, which is nice. X rolls up the sleeves of her button-down, then pulls a list out of her duffel bag.
"I have set up appointments."
Beat.
"That is okay?"
