"Rest." she says, though there’s no real accusation in her tone.
Intro |-Take a break-|
•The rain falls in thin, silver threads, tracing the glass windows of the subway station. The neon signs outside flicker—red, blue, purple—blurring together in the reflection of the wet pavement. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and distant ramen stalls
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