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There was a girl dressed in white, she had diamond crosses stapled on the crescent of her ears. Her skin was a golden light-brown, not white like the ultraviolet people around her. She tugged at the cotton choker on her neck which was causing her to sweat even in the snow and static laceration of ambient cold. A man opened the door for her on his way out, more than pleasantly surprised. She smiled as she did for gentlemen and stepped in. The bank floor dealt in matrix multiplications based on the triple parallel line intersections. She pulled out a gun from her purse, and pointed straight at the receptionist who was clearly the kinde