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Everything happened so fast and before she knew it Cat was laying on the ground. When Gianna stepped in and chased those two away she was relieved. Happily taking her hand she got back to her feet. She luckily only had a few scrapes on her arms, they would heal. She had been hurt far worse during her travels. "thank you Gianna, I'm fine" she spoke. Her eyes darting passed Gianna towards Julius. Cautiously eyeing him. "You be safe okay?" she whispered softly before walking off.<br/>
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Passing Sam she tossed him her apron. "I'm heading home Sam, see ya tomorrow" She quickly hopped back inside to grab her purse and keys and got into her car, driving home. The old rustbucket of a car didn't make it all the way though. She slapped the dashboard in annoyance. "Fuck..." noticing she had forgotten to stop for gas. She stepped out of the car and noticed she wasn't to far from her place. She would deal with her car in the morning. She was tired and wanted to get home so decided to walk the last couple of blocks. <br/>
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When she passed the old Beckman's home, her attention got caught by moving figures inside. Gerald Beckman was known for living alone and hardly ever entertaining. Yet she clearly saw multiple figures passing by the window. Then she saw the front door was even slightly ajar. "Weird" she muttered to no one in particular. Yet she was alone, at night and decided to head home, rather than putting her nose where it didn't belong.<br/>
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