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After work on Sunday night, Nancy went back to her apartment. She alternated between living there and living at Trans nowadays, mostly because of her job, school, and Marv.
She looked through her jacket pocket and found a card, wondering where it came from at first, then remembering the boy from the other night.
She looked over at the clock. It was about eleven thirty. She figured it couldn't hurt to give him a call. He had seemed like a nice guy and unlike most of the guys she met, he hadn't been a creep to her once he found out where she worked.
She picked up her phone's reciever and dialed the number, waiting for an answer.
She looked through her jacket pocket and found a card, wondering where it came from at first, then remembering the boy from the other night.
She looked over at the clock. It was about eleven thirty. She figured it couldn't hurt to give him a call. He had seemed like a nice guy and unlike most of the guys she met, he hadn't been a creep to her once he found out where she worked.
She picked up her phone's reciever and dialed the number, waiting for an answer.