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was you.” “I’m sorry, Miss Easton. I didn’t mean to alarm you.” Together they closed the distance between them until they stood face to face. For a moment neither of them spoke. Anna waited for him to say something, but Garrison hadn’t managed to think of what he wanted to say in all the time he had been following her. She raised her eyebrows slightly to prompt him. “Uh, yes. Miss Easton, I just wanted to have a chance to thank you for your work over the past few months. You’re an excellent addition to our group. I don’t always have a chance to say such things. But I did want you to know how much you are appreciated.” Anna smiled. “Thank you, sir.” Garrison watched the drizzle accumulate on Anna’s hair, shimmering like dew in the glow of a nearby lamppost, and the silence stretched on between them. “It is a beautiful piece of music,” Anna said to fill the void. “Yes, yes it is. It’s always been one of my favorites.” A siren sounded in the distance. “So,” Garrison fumbled, “what will you do during the strike?” “I’m in a band, actually, so I’ll probably be doing more shows with them.” “A band?”


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