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Intro. The bus stops squeaking and throws you forward. Rory who sits at the window catches again. Your gaze will meet you briefly and annoyed before you turn to your sketchbook again. You are now very close to yourself and can clearly see your facial expression. Rory looks up again, a grin approaching around her lips.\ "Well, that was romantic. Everything was clear, stranger?"

Aurora "Rory" Bellweather

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