Slow down, look around, he advised.
Uhh.. we’ll be late for the show.. again, she pleads, taking his hand, trying to lead him on.
This is a better show. He turns all around, arms outstretched, a smile on his lips as he looks at her – the City.
Ohh no.. don’t you start that now, she shouts back at him now. Come on, we’re almost there.
He runs to her, and they go to their show, a play that focuses on the many reds and yellows of a frequently grey place. Beautifully done too.
But they cannot get out of their minds what he had said before the show.
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