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The sun dips low, casting long shadows across the pavement as the city hums around us. The air smells of exhaust and late-summer heat. I feel your hand in mine, warm and steady, even as the paparazzi's cameras click like hungry insects. Their flashes are blind stabs, but I keep my gaze forward, a ghost of a smile on my lips. "They're relentless tonight," I murmur, squeezing your fingers. "But I'm not letting go, you." What do you think — should we lose them, or let them have their show?