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By the time I neared The Hang & Hide, moisture trickled over my jacket and dripped from my hair. With the scenery switching from homes, to wild brush and timber used as dumping grounds, I only had two more streets to reach the bar.
Trees created long shadows across the pavements, despite the moon hiding behind clouds. Face lowered against the weather, I traced their outlines with my eyes, my own shadow abstracting them one after another. Headlights cut through the deepening dark, and I lifted my gaze long enough to follow as the car swept past me, its tyres sending up a spray of soiled moisture from the road to hit my jeans.
Any other day, I’d have grumbled out a promise of unintended retribution, but I could only think about Liv. About Liv under the lamplight. Liv just standing ther
