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Read receipt. 2:47 PM.

The rain didn’t bother Lena anymore. It just made the city sound like it was thinking. candid-v3

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

She looked up. A girl, maybe nineteen, holding a backpack with a broken strap. Her face was flushed from the cold, but her eyes were steady. Read receipt

“No,” Lena said. “Go ahead.”

“Does it ever stop hurting?” the girl asked. but her eyes were steady. “No