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here]After dashing over to the hardware store, it was Yomi’s turn to shatter the lock, allowing them access inside. Here, she took out her flashlight and used it to light the aisles, aimed in such a way as to minimize how much showed through the windows. If the noise didn’t draw something, the light probably would. Nightshifts were no place
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"Me? Nothing. It turned out well for the odds involved," she said. He expected something, but Yomi wasn't about to give it to him. She just kept looking down at him with a carefree impassivity before she stepped past him to gather up her bag, laying her flashlight down on the top, within easy reach. Now if night ended, she had in her hand what she'd come for. If it returned to her cell with her was another question, one she'd have to wait and see about. "Do you have fun fighting like that? You must."
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Her question reflected back on his own, and unlike her, he had no want of impassivity. The boy near-scowled up at her, eyes narrowed in distaste. "Not at all. I hate the limitations here. It makes things near useless that could be an asset otherwise."
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