Fuck fuck fuck, [Fabienne swore under her breath, wrinkling her nose in dispare as the taxi wheeled away. There hadn't been any for what felt like miles. With a heavy sigh, she dropped her arm at the elbow, touching the top of her cloche.
She stopped walking, her balance on the balls of her feet, on top of the platforms.]
This is miserable. I'm calling an Uber. [Reaching into her purse pocket, she fished for her phone, long nails against books, lipstick containers, papers.] Grand R, do you have your phone on you?
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She stopped walking, her balance on the balls of her feet, on top of the platforms.]
This is miserable. I'm calling an Uber. [Reaching into her purse pocket, she fished for her phone, long nails against books, lipstick containers, papers.] Grand R, do you have your phone on you?