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It wasn’t just a permit. It was a resurrection.

Ivan glanced in the rearview. She was maybe forty, wearing a coat that cost more than his car, but her eyes had that hollow look he knew too well. The look of a person whose architecture had also collapsed. taxi vocational licence

It was three times the fare.

“Just drive,” she said. “South. Anywhere south.” It wasn’t just a permit

“You ever lose everything?” she whispered from the dark back seat. taxi vocational licence