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“Where am I? What is this place?” Christine asked, not speaking to anyone in particular, as she took in her surroundings. She’d never seen so many tall buildings before in her life. None were quite so grand as where she was used to spending her time, but they did have a unique grandeur about them in that they were so tall, and seemingly made of mirrors and glass.
𝓦𝓐𝓢𝓝'𝓣 𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓣 the question of the hour ?? where exactly was peyton ?? blank expression made its way onto her face, “i don’t know ??” looking around, “judging by the smell---- garbage & urine ?? new york city ??” hoping she picked the right city out of a HAT ??
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