“I think the city is trying pull us.” I swallowed, but her laughter echoed around my room.
She stopped the tears from her eyes. “What are you talking about?” Still chuckling.
We were sitting near the windowsill; the city lights were bright and sensual this evening. The mixture of the painted bulbs correlated with the quiet, purple haze of the sky. Both sinful and pretending to be good—both lethal and never dying.
I looked at her and saved her image in my memory. “The city is trying to pull us down.” She tensed and pursed her lips.
Summer would be over soon.
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