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smoke. N

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pulsed beneath the asphalt sirens like lullabies, red lights blinking like eyes that nev

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ked out of place.

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dn't

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ticed how thin she wa

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mselves when he stepped into a room. He knew how to strip people bar

e didn't feel

ated seeing himself in someone

et the fire burn, until