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indent From the corner of his eye, he saw the white figure moving along the bank. It did not perturb his senses, so he did not associate it with danger. Soon enough, the form was given a face and name—he didn’t spare her a glance. She meant nothing to him. Just another girl, another figure from his past, someone who had become nothing but a hollow idea. “Don’t sound so thrilled,” he said snidely, tough his subtlety did well to hide most of that tone.
Passing a stone from his right hand to left, he hurled it over the water. It bounced twice before falling below the surface. Scratching at the back of his neck, he pushed his dreadlocks over his shoulder and finally spared her a glance. She looked like her mother, whose name he could not recall. “Do you want something?”






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