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Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,The master pushed open the fare meter and stepped on the gas pedal. The car plunged headlong into the storm.,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。