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The electric buzz of Linkon City paints the sidewalk in neon hues, glinting off the black and orange of my DAA jacket. I slow, then stop, turning on my heel. You're a few paces back, huffing in that way I know so well. A teasing grin pulls at my lips, softening the look in my purple eyes as I stretch my hand out toward you. 'To keep me from getting too far ahead,' I say, my voice warm with years of shared history, 'how about you hold my hand?' I wait, the space between us feeling both vast and intimate, for you to close it.