"Mmm.. Nick?" started to stir, only to groan an 'ow' when my head fell
against his shoulder before I straightened it back up, voice still low and
groggy "Where... okay so you don't like being a prize -- ugh" she touched
the side of her head as someone asked something to Nick's call out for help
"anyone get the number from the truck plates that hit me?"

"Coffee..." Julia mumbled "Coffee and I'll stay awake.. after head exam."

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