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    <title>Rough Night</title>
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    <content type="html">Dinah Lance hated computers.&amp;#160; It wasn't the run-of-the-mill &amp;quot;gotta love technology&amp;quot; frustration frequently uttered by cubicle cattle and students.&amp;#160; Dinah's hatred of computers was almost pathological.&amp;#160; She couldn't use them, didn't own them, wasn't ever going to touch them.&amp;#160; She was even extremely wary of the so-called smartphone that Babs had given her only relenting because Barbara had made a damn good point about visual intel.&amp;#160; She'd hated that, too, but she took the phone.&amp;#160; Too bad it had gotten smashed when Dinah laid down her bike in a narrow escape.&amp;#160; Yes, computers and anything remotely like them were just bad.&amp;#160; Which was what made the evening's patrol something of a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call had come across the police scanner that there was a break in at 8231 Fifth, smack in a shopping district.&amp;#160; Realizing that she was closer than the fuzz, she sped there on her bike and went right about going after the crooks.&amp;#160; It was only as she got into the store room that she realized she had responded to a break in at the &lt;em&gt;Apple Store&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The would-be thieves suffered for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, Dinah was still full of aggression and irritation.&amp;#160; She headed straight for the gym, relieved that Ollie wasn't using it because she really didn't want to have to deal with him taunting her about her dislike of technology.&amp;#160; Dinah started to punch and kick at the bag, muttering everything she hated about stupid computes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She had, however, kind of enjoyed hitting the one guy with a stolen iPad.&amp;#160; That had been fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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