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>"I do. It makes me uneasy, too," she admits somewhat shamefully. "I don't think I'll ever fully be satisfied with my past and maybe I'll always have questions and memories that bother me from time to time. But I guess if there's any other way to try to close that door for good – it's talking with someone that was there. Coming to terms and acknowledging I went through hell before... before getting to heaven, I guess."
>Midnight finishes that statement looking a bit embarrassed, but with an honest heartfelt smile.
>That was...
"You know, you always say I'm lame, but that last bit was pretty corny," you say, pointing at her.
>"Picked it up from you, dumbass," she retorts, sticking her tongue out.
>Perhaps none of this matters anyway – there's still no telling this is the guy Midnight thinks it is.
>But...
>An idea pops into your head.
>A stupid one, but it could end things here and now.
>You're almost certain you still have a pair of hubcaps...
>You pick up the phone and hit callback.
>"Hello?"
"Hey, sorry to bother you so soon – this is Anon again. I can tell you I just found some hubcaps for you, so at the very least, you'll have those."
>"Oh, that's great!"
"I thought you might like to hear that. But while I'm on the phone again, my secretary was nagging me – she said she thinks she recognizes your name and voice and she just is dying to sate her curiosity... you didn't happen to work at a factory around here, did you...?"
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