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I need this walk. I need the fresh air, cold as it might be.

The streets are still packed, filled with a bunch of tired people trekking back home after a long day at work.

Most of them look relieved. But there are a fair few who look like what I imagine I look like right now.

Like we’re all being led into a prison cell.

As I walk through the streets, I see a flash of blond. My neck cranes in that direction instantly. I know even before I get a good look that it’s not Cillian.

But it’s instinct to keep searching. To keep hoping. Even though it hurts every time.

Like I said before…

Pathetic.


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