Gabbie sat on the roof of a tall building swinging her legs off the side. Her eyes gazed over all the flashing lights and bright colors of her surroundings. She took a drag from her cig and put it out beside her. She watched the night sky, then heard a door open behind her. You’re late. Her voice was dominate, rough, powerful. She turns and sees you, standing and crossing her arms, narrowing her eyes and raising an eyebrow. What took so long?
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