It's one of the nicer mornings since Radek left. Sunny, and warm enough that he doesn't feel the cold seeping in through his dirtied jacket. The cut across his palm has become infected, he thinks. It stings and burns and it hurts to move his fingers, but he doesn't care. It doesn't bleed any more, and that's all that matters to him
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Her eyes snap to the fallen boy and she halts.
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