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... lighter, lit up a cigarette, and dialed Ivy. She lived just outside the city, in one of those so-called "gated communities." Always made me laugh, like she was part of some suburban cult.
She picked up on the second ring. "Yellow?"
"Hey, Ivy. What’s up?"
"Feeling bad," she said without missing a beat. "Because you charged me double when I got gas for my car."
"Yeah, after you broke two beer bottles and our fire exit sign," I shot back. "Wonder why."
"Oh.. ...
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