[His hand closes around hers and, instead of stopping short, Oswin grins, lacing their fingers together as they run. It's familiar, the two of them racing, hand in hand, off to their next adventure, and there's always that sense of rightness. Like, no matter what's happened before, this is what was meant to be.]
Where to? [She calls over the rush of the breeze as they continue down the beach. They've got millions and millions of places to choose from, all of them ready and waiting at their beck and call.]
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Where to? [She calls over the rush of the breeze as they continue down the beach. They've got millions and millions of places to choose from, all of them ready and waiting at their beck and call.]