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he moved along the bench seat to avoid the draft of air that tore his attention from the woman across from him. he shifted again, there was a spring under him. he pulled up a leg and wrapped his arms around it.

"sorry."

she sipped from the liquid in the mug and smiled softly, though marx didn't see; he was watching the light again.

"its most oppressive, these --"

she turned to look at the light, and placed the mug down in front of her. a sigh rang with the buzz and click of the cafe so she packed her sack.

"i'll be in touch, mir will be along for you"

and was gone. marx tapped a beat on the table, as his eyes dodged blankly around the cafe.