Mall Parking Lot

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Upon exiting the double glass doors, pushing both open violently, she was greeted with a warm, blowing wind. The scent of fastfood grease was both a blessing and a reminder of her painful year working at Burger Kong, rising up the ranks of asshats to night shift manager. She shuttered. "Good riddance.." Zoey says to herself. She spotted her red, '91 Suzuki Samurai parked not too far away, the back pulled down with her extra seat's covers flapping in the warm breeze:



Smiling, she pulls her keys from her pocket and walks up to the vehicle, sliding into the driver's seat and started the engine when she was assaulted by booming static! "Ahh!" She cried, turning the radio off. Huh... my Rock Station's on the fritz as well... She thought, remembering the Security Guard's radios and the mall radio blowing out static as well. She shrugged it off, slipping her seat belt on, and began to peel out of the parking lot. She figured a quiet ride to the University Dorms would do her good.

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