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Zahra smiled at the clear skies.
Autumn was truly a magical time in the States, she mused as she walked up the wide stairs up the Museum of Fine Arts. It was a large building with wide pillars and trims like that of ancient Athenian buildings and the worn stone further pushed the narrative. She walked towards one of the pillars that dwarfed her to wait for Chris. After a moment, she pulled out her phone and sent him a brief text that she was waiting by the entrance.
No reply.
She looked past people milling around the sculpture of a baby’s head kept outside in the lawn as she contemplated to what to do next if Blue Eyes stands her up. The pang of sadness that was chased down by embarrassment warmed her cheeks against the cold wind. Even though she wouldn’t admit out loud, she
