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The outlet mall buzzed with people today. I looked up towards my mother who brushed her way through the discounted rack of all her favorite brands. This, however, uninterested me. My gaze wandered from person to person. Face to face. Wondering why each of them decided today, of all days, to show. It was unbearably crowded.
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He strained under the weight of it. Muscles tensing, blinking the sweat from his eyes. He heaved the giant metal pipe onto his shoulders and pushed with a final effort upwards. "Any time now..." he growled, teeth gritted together. She seemed not to hear him. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I'm looking for it..." she whispered airily, lifting her hand to dismiss him. With her other hand she delicately skimmed the wall from one end to the next. "Ah!" she found the spot and now pressed her palm to a part of the wall. A bright purple circle of light grew around her palm on the wall and a clicking of gears could be heard from different sections of the room. The temperature immediately decreased to something tolerable, and the man could relax under the weight of the beam now. "That should do it!" she clapped her hands together and spun around on her heel. "Wasn't too much to whine about, was there?" "I'll trade places with you next time, then. You hold up the five hundred pound, five hundred degree pipe and I'll work the crazy magic," he pushed his damp hair back and wandered about the room. "What's next?" "Hm," she pressed a finger to her lip and cocked her head to the side, waiting a beat longer than necessary. "There," now pointing to a corner of the room to a door, either unnoticed or non existent only a moment ago. He without hesitation pulled the door wide open and was greeted with a blast of frost and snow. The picture before them revealed a wasteland of it. A laugh escaped him. "Shall we?" but she was already tracing ahead of him. He rolled his eyes when she did not seem to respond to the change in atmosphere. Straining to pull the door behind them closed again, they stood together in the snow.