Moira kept up with Danielle's pace. Mustn't let the New Yorkers think she was getting out of 'control', laughable as it was.
And now she could finally pick up the familiar scent Danielle was talking about. Familiar, but from long ago, and different now...not a child's. The readhead looked around.
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