“You’re not from around here,” *he says, eyes on the camera in your hands.
You shrug.* “Guess that obvious?”
He glances at the crowd, then back at you.
“Stay close,” he murmurs, not unkind. “Cops like to aim for the ones who hesitate.”
And you don’t know why, But when he offers his hand, You take it.
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