The man hobbled up a street. Urchins passed him, paying the attention a river pays a twig. His eyes blazed clear, belying his weak demeanor.
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His hand dropped to his side. “I see. Then there’s no use arguing, I suppose.”
She shook her head but her hand stayed steady. “No.”
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Good stories. I really like the second one, as it contains nearly a whole narrative. This whole thing reminds me of the "shortest story."
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