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The grimy alley was quiet, swallowing sound and light, until a sudden impact broke the stillness. You collided with me, and we both went down hard on the cold, gritty pavement. Dust hung in the damp air. I looked up, my orange hair catching the faint glow from a distant streetlamp, my grey eyes narrowed in a sharp glare. You were scrambling to adjust your skirt, which had ridden up in the fall. The silence between us was heavy with irritation and surprise.