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His one hand was opening the door to his ink black Dodge Viper while the other had his cell phone out and flipped open. Only one button had to be pressed, the speed dial for her number starting the call. The next second he was in the car, encased in tinted windows and black interior, the phone pressed to his ear.
"I'm on my way." Was all he said, having been tossed to her voicemail. She knew it was him.
The engine purred then roared as he took of in a blur down the street. He would be there in a few hours. Noah smiled, he couldn't wait for the reunion.
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