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“A bus station. I’m going in an hour to get him.” Leo grabbed a cookie. “Same story, different decade, huh?”

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Kai finally showed Maya the drawing. It was a sketch of the room: Leo laughing, Samira rolling her eyes, a young trans girl braiding a older trans woman’s hair. In the center, Kai had drawn a large, flickering lantern. “A bus station