[Ed's sitting on top of a building. Yes it's cold. She doesn't seem to notice. Or care.

She scratches her back. Right in between the shoulderblades. It's itchy, and has been since the maze, but she hasn't gotten the chance to look.

And besides, she's got other things on her mind.

Sniff.

What?

No, she's not crying.

...well only a little.]

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