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“You sure all this media coverage is such a good idea?” Destiny asked as we exited into the street.
Surprisingly, though Kemiston was snowy as hell this winter, the snow wasn't falling. The sun shone, actually, the dusk light glowing like fire against the cars passing by.
“We have to take our fame whenever we can get it,” I said as we walked down an avenue filled with old-school brick skyscrapers. Men and women in suits and long coats passed us, probably on their way home from work. There was a distant stink of bad perfume in the air, and I scrunched up my nose at it.
“I don't know,” Destiny said. “The money’s nice, but it just makes me nervous.”
“Nobody’s more nervous than me when it comes to money, you know that,” I said. “But this has been good for business.”
Our clientele had t
