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Vicki first saw the fox on the first day of August. The sun was down but the world was still hot.
Smart fox, she thought, when it didn't run out in front of her car. She didn't really like her job, but of course she still went.
The fox was there the next night, too. Hunting, Vicki thought. It was there almost every night...
The last day of August, she stopped her car and opened the passenger door.
"Where are we going?" she asked when the fox didn't hesitate before hopping in.
She closed the door...
It wouldn't be to work, she knew.
