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.LP
.ce
.ps 16
.CW
BLACK ACURA
.R

.ps 10

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.PP
.ps 10
.DC T
ires squealed in earnest as the module of black porcelain angled itself around a corner.
.PP
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Dand could only collapse into the passenger seat, gripping his door handle, hard, as Mark banked the black Acura into the alleyway.
.PP
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Out of the car, into the Basement.
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"This is stupid," muttered Mark.  His eyes seemed fixed on a point somewhere beneath the surface of the floor as he tumbled down the long stairway, into the hallway, into the kitchen, landing, incredibly, on his feet.
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Dand could only agree.
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Alpha sniffed the air as Mark bounded awkwardly into view.  Disruption: Alpha had already marked his
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X
.R
on the contract, but Mark did not seem to care.  "The law is what you can pay a lawyer to argue successfully in court," Mark observed.
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Alpha shifted, warily.  He could only agree.
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"Gentlemen. Is there going to be a problem, then?"
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Alpha snorted, then drooped his nose to the table in submission.  For now, rules were rules.
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The ink was not dry and Mark was back in the car.  Dand accompanied.
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"That was stupid," said Mark.
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Dand leaned forward and checked to make sure that his wallet was still in his pocket.
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