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"Take me," Jun said softly. "Tomorrow. I need someone who knows how to be messy in public." He laughed
"It’s me," Jun said. There was no triumph there. Just recognition, like two maps overlaying and finally matching at a corner. "Sleep on benches
Mara bought the jacket. She had the money—barely—pulled from the small, folded wallet that had been gifted to her by a friend who believed she could always run faster when she had a reason. She tucked the receipt into the lining, a paper heart for the garment's pulse.