She had a band around her wrist. I saw it, just briefly, just long enough to know that it was her - long enough to see the red fabric, long enough to catch her smile, flittering about on her lips, the way it used to.
And then she was gone, eaten whole by the shops, and the people, and the smoke and fog of the city... I wanted to catch her, to rescue her, but sometimes...
Sometimes such rescues aren't warranted.
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