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I held Elizabeth’s hand as we walked from school to the subway stop at Columbus Circle. The crisp winter air stung my cheeks as the wind whipped between the buildings. I took a deep breath and allowed myself a moment to appreciate that, sure, my face would probably be red for the rest of the day, but at least the wind toned down the natural stink of the sludge-filled city.
“How cold is it supposed to be in Greece?” I asked as we weaved through the crowds and down into the subway station.
“Shouldn’t you have looked that up before you started packing?” Devon asked.
“Do you actually believe he already started packing?” Elizabeth poked him in the back.
“I didn’t want to look suspicious.” I took the lead, heading toward the blank bit of wall off to the side where no one ever seemed to wa
