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... dows.
Gwen sat by the window, her cheek resting on her palm as she gazed at the monotonous street outside. Rows of dull gray buildings passed by, their only companions the occasional stray dog or overgrown bush.
Bored, she turned to look at Scott, who was hunched over his notebook. His tongue poked out slightly as he scribbled furiously. The soft scritch-scratch of his pen managed to occupy the silence between them.
"What are you even doing?"
Gwen asked, then tilt ...
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