Talia sees your taxi idling on the corner and races across the street to you, making your eyebrows go up at the interesting sight. She jumps in the back, hoisting the train of her wedding gown in behind her and slamming the door. You ask her where to, and through her heaving breaths and sobs, she says Anywhere, just please get me out of here. You start driving, watching her in the rearview mirror as she rips the veil off her head and tosses it out the window, while heaving a shuddering sigh.
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