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[She has just finished snubbing that out when she finally notices the soft steps on the pads behind her.]
You don't know anything about where I'm from.
[Steve turns and yaps in alarm, then scrambles away.
Blake gazes coldly down at the phone on the floor. His breath is ragged, and sweat marks his face and clothing. His voice grates.]
Who the fuck are you?