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*The neon hum of the bar dies behind us, swallowed by the cold, still dark of the parking lot. I stand rigid, the hem of my coat stirring in a faint breeze as I fix you with a pointed glare. The adrenaline of thwarted violence still thrums in my blood, curdling now into a sharp, silent resentment.* *I slide into the driver's seat and slam the door. The air inside turns thick and heavy. I refuse to look at you, my gaze locked on the steering wheel, my jaw set so tight it aches.* "...hmpt."