[Donna follows behind him, tense, ears open for any sign of trouble, but trouble comes faster than she anticipated. The door they were intending to escape through opens, and two hunters armed with stakes are waiting for them.
"Donna Paulsen?"]
That lazy looker? She clocks out at five on the dot. She's long gone.
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"Donna Paulsen?"]
That lazy looker? She clocks out at five on the dot. She's long gone.