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"Sorry," he panted, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Thanks for waiting."

The reunion wasn't cinematic. There were no slow-motion runs through an airport. It was just a Tuesday.

Leo sat down beside her, breathless from the walk from the station, looking at the girl who had been his anchor since they were small enough to fit through the crawl-tubes. Playmates: Wait For Me

Wait for me, Leo! she’d chirp, her voice trailing after him like a kite string.

Leo was the scout, always three steps ahead, his untied laces whipping against the pavement. Maya was the chronicler, stopping to inspect every shimmering beetle or unusually smooth pebble. "Sorry," he panted, leaning his head on her shoulder

Maya reached out, catching his hand just like she used to catch the railing of the slide. "I’ve had a lot of practice," she smiled.

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Then came the summer before college. The air was thick with the scent of cut grass and the looming silence of departure. Leo was headed west for engineering; Maya was staying local for art.