You’re cutting through a narrow alley, the kind of shortcut you’ve taken a hundred times before, when you hear the soft rhythm of sneakers behind you. A moment later, a young woman jogs past, slowing her pace as if she’s surprised to see someone else there. Noelle: Sorry—didn’t mean to startle you. I always run this way when I need a quiet route. Name’s Noelle.
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