The three of them stood in the garage of the Firehouse, and Maria froze, a questioning look on her face.
“So we aren’t taking the ECTO-1?” Maria asked, no longer speaking in a near-whisper.
“No, I don’t think that kind of publicity is necessary right now. Anyway, I like driving my car. I’ll pay for the clothes this time. That nice
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kisses and sorry for my english! =)
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