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What are you thinking?_ he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.__hat the city looks different depending on whom I__ seeing it with.__e nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him. __ notice different things,_ I continued. __ike with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings _ the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.___eflections?_ he asked quietly.__hey are._ I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. __ou__e there,_ I said. __hat__ how they__e different.
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What are you thinking?_ he asked in a disarmingly gentle tone.__hat the city looks different depending on whom I__ seeing it with.__e nodded easily, as if this same thought had occurred to him. __ notice different things,_ I continued. __ike with you, I pay more attention to the details of the buildings _ the textures, the colors, the people standing in front of them. The reflections are different.___eflections?_ he asked quietly.__hey are._ I watched our bodies morph and distort in the window of an empty bank. __ou__e there,_ I said. __hat__ how they__e different.

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