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He shrugged. "Maybe we all need pushing."

"Jun?" he asked, and his voice trembled in a way that made Mara think he might have been trying to hold pieces of himself together. stylemagic ya crack top

"That's mine," a man said behind her.

They waited. The cold hummed. A silhouette appeared from the darker side of the bridge: a lanky man with hair knotted in a way that suggested both haste and ritual. He carried a plastic bag and wore a smile as if it had been practiced. He shrugged

"Ya crack top," she whispered to the rain, and the city answered with headlights. " she whispered to the rain