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Speaks in
7Movement at your peripheral vision.
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There is no response, just the sound of your own breath against cool plastic.
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"Hnng."
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"Still waiting, CASCADE. Slab's getting cold."
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"It's cold out here." The girl rolls her shoulders and lightly stamps a foot.
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You were standing here at a house party when you saw the unmistakable bulk of Tempo del Sur clambering over the rooftops towards you.
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The iron railing sagged beneath your elbows when Tempo leaned on it beside you.
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