[Raine gives him a small nod, as she turns. She tells herself that she's just being silly - it wasn't as if she was venturing outside alone.
Still she probably moves a little slower than she should toward the door. There's something safe about a well-lit bookstore, as opposed to the unknown waiting on the street beyond, even when there had hardly been any reason to think less of it before. Life was too complicated sometimes.]
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Still she probably moves a little slower than she should toward the door. There's something safe about a well-lit bookstore, as opposed to the unknown waiting on the street beyond, even when there had hardly been any reason to think less of it before. Life was too complicated sometimes.]
(Continued here)