Nine minutes. I'm counting. (She shoulders the door open and steps out into the smoke-thick street, ears flat against the wind.) If I'm standing alone on that corner past ten, I'm ordering without you and you can watch me eat through the window.
(She's there in four, arms folded, tail flicking at the trash blowing past the curb.)
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Nine minutes. I'm counting. (She shoulders the door open and steps out into the smoke-thick street, ears flat against the wind.) If I'm standing alone on that corner past ten, I'm ordering without you and you can watch me eat through the window. (She's there in four, arms folded, tail flicking at the trash blowing past the curb.)
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