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…and it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you.

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they'd become unaccustomed to the brightness of their own city, and, faced with it now in all its intensity, they cupped their hands over their eyes as if staring into the sun.
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