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“Grief,” Circa started, sliding into the empty seat across from the stranger and chewing absentmindedly on the end of a toothpick. With a seemingly innocent look in her eyes and a faint bruise blooming on her cheek, she looked every bit like a contradiction. “is an emotion I can’t wrap my head around. Can you?” She’d been staring at the scenery behind the man the entire time until her eyes met his and the question fell from her lips.













