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She sat in her old, beat up 1985 Cadillac at the gas station. It was one A.M. and there were no other cars around. A 2015 Ford Mustang flew into the gas station lot and pulled up next to the run down carwash off to the side of the gas station. The windows were tinted so dark that the driver couldn’t be seen. Five minutes later, a 2000 Honda Civic rattled into the gas station parking lot and pulled up next to the Mustang, and the driver of the Civic got out and stood outside the door of the electric blue ‘Stang. The hooded figure blended in with the eerie darkness. The left side window of the Mustang slowly rolled down. Behind the window was a pasty girl with platinum blonde hair. Her tomato red lips opened into a pearly white smile when the Civic driver bent down to converse with her. The voices were muffled. All of a sudden, the Civic driver threw his head back and let out a hearty laugh. The girl moved her finger to indicate for the Civic driver to bend back down. The white girl turned in her seat and reached for something in the back. When she turned back she was holding a tiny bag filled with small white crystals. The Civic driver reached into his back pocket and pulled out his raggedy wallet. He searched it and eventually pulled out a crumpled hundred dollar bill. The girl snatched it out of his hand and proceeded to hand him the tiny bag. The girl turned on the light in her car and put the bill up into the light. She turned to the Civic driver, smiled, and said a few words to him. The Civic driver got back into his car and peeled out of the parking lot. Smoke filled the spot where his car had set. Two minutes after the Civic driver left, the girl turned her car on a revved her engine. She also peeled out. Her tires screeched as they burned across the pavement. The Mustang passed by the pump where she sat. The whole gas station rattled from the vibrations from the exhaust on the car. In a matter of minutes, she had witnessed a drug deal while putting gas in her 1985 Cadillac.

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