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minutes, hardly what one could call a nice rounded relationship. The hunger and tiredness was now crushing, Olivia decided to forget the coffee, she spotted an exit out of the corner of her mind and headed straight to it. Cab and street bourito she thought, then bed, and sweet sleep. The white alimunium and glass electric doors moved apart as she approached.

Olivia left the hospital and walked into the cool night air.





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