Hiding

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Placing the coffee to her lips, she continued to drag her luggage. With an early arrival in a town she had never heard of, it was time to get back into hiding. She stepped into the cold air of this unfamiliar place, a shiver running down her spine. She looked around her, sensing someone on her heels. She picked up the speed of her walk and hollered a taxi. "To the closest hotel," she muttered, "please." The car sped off, leaving the airport behind. It was not long before she arrived at a five-star looking hotel; this wasn't what she was expecting in an old looking town like this. Shoving the cash into the taxi drivers hand, she clambered out the car and rushed into the hotel. She just wanted a safe place to sleep for a while. She never expected to have to flee her town half way through her sleep.

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