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TheGirlWhoLived_818 James walked in and sat at a table alone. His red eyes scanned the place.
Rachel walked into the bar, a little disorientated. As she grew accustimed to the light, she realised that she didn't know what she was doing here. She just felt like coming here, but now she felt like she was waiting for someone.
Odd.
Plus, she couldn't stop thinking about that note. Who had sent it? Why had they sent it? Her head was bursting with unanswered questions.