[hands clasped tight, they leave the monorail behind, letting their footsteps ring along marble-turned-concrete as they head up to the little house on the street.
the familiarity it strikes for Blue is something still washed-out and hazy; there are buildings like this, somehow, lost in his mind.
his pace shifts to let her lead; this is her place, foremost, and him the guest.]
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the familiarity it strikes for Blue is something still washed-out and hazy; there are buildings like this, somehow, lost in his mind.
his pace shifts to let her lead; this is her place, foremost, and him the guest.]