Part 1: The Covalence

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A river lined with fresh grass and herbs, brimming with nature. This is how I would capture that scent.

The presence awoke my spirits without invitation. There she was standing next to my aisle. She's mouthing some words that propelled me to shift seats. The earpiece slid down to my neck by reflex. 

Thank you, I'm sorry for cramming your space. 

At least that's what she said for the first part. By the minute, I'm sweating bullets in the back of my head. Suddenly flushed from a wave of heat, my ears throbbed in crimson and I stumble on words to encourage her to be comfortable.


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