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[As he answers, Daisy fumbles to get her keys out of her pocket. Hissing as a shooting pain runs up her arm, she drops the keys on the poorly lit front porch.]

Shit.

[Bending down, Daisy blindly moves her hand around to feel for them.]

There’s left over pizza, s’good still.

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