A flutter of hair out the fourth story window | I have to see her again. No matter what happens, I'll keep on moving. Until this life runs out of me, I'll keep on walking. I could never say that out loud.
Adam put down his pen and sighed. There --
She was there. In the fourth story window.
The pen fell, a blazing epithet of untold greatness in its own world. The last Footstep echoed in the corridor as he ran.
She was there.
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