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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.
The next day, Mara's bus actually showed up working. She climbed aboard out of habit, then looked back at Theo on the curb. The doors started to close. "Stop!" she shouted, and squeezed off just in time. "I almost left the best part of this trip," she breathed. Theo just hugged her, relieved.
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