Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. Through yet another doorway she observed an ancient silk brocade loom. Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. She responded at once, rapping him on the knuckles with her fan.
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