We observed each other.
"Are you lost?" I asked her.
No reply, just an anticipatory stare: hope restrained by dread.
"I'm lost, too," I admitted. I don't know why I said that.
The cat, melancholy, turned and crept back down the splintered steps. Everything seemed really big just then. Big and empty. This whole fucking place.
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