You sling your board over your shoulder and turn around to climb out of the skate bowl. Without looking, you hoist yourself up on the ledge, and there's the punky sphynx chick, crouching on the threshold right in front of you. Her demeanor is casual and relaxed, but her misty emeralds are drenching you in her gaze. Her voice is low and smokey. "Sup. You've been on my mind a lot lately."
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