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Two Weeks, Wrong City
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"If we have days," Mara said, "I'm not spending them in this station." She grabbed Theo's sleeve and pulled him toward the city. They walked until their feet hurt, found a street market, and ate fried dough off paper cones. For the first time all day, neither of them looked at a clock.
On their last night, Theo finally asked the question. "When the trains run, do we just go our separate ways?" Mara took his hand on the cold market street. "No," she said. "I think we go the same way now." The board fixed itself the next morning. They let both trains leave without them, on purpose.
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