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Crap like that, Amy repeated to herself. She glanced under the counter. She hadn’t added the Foxy Lady tag to her key ring, but she had attached the one with her name on it. She didn’t consider it cheap crap. It wasn’t expensive, but she was sure Robert had put a lot of thought into the gifts he bought her. Christy looked like she was about ready to cry. Amy decided “crap” meant something precious to Christy.
The bell sounded and Amy turned to look as the fat cabbie oozed through the door. He came in every morning between 4:30 and 4:45 to cash in his nightly bank. Amy always held her last $100 in twenties drop in expectation of trading them for his ones and fives she desperately needed this time of morning.
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