Let’s get to it
The drive home seemed to take forever, and many times, Clara would look inside her car mirror to see if someone was following her. But after a 30-mile drive, she managed to enter her suburban home without any interruptions. The briefcase now lay on her kitchen table, almost asking Clara to open it up. “Alright, let’s get to it,” Clara spoke to herself while looking through her drawers for tools.
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