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The city felt unreal. Genya parked and prodded Zoya awake — sunlight nearly blinding, air practically balmy.
“How far south did you go?” Zoya groused.
Genya got out, standing beside the car in the mud, smiling a bit sadly. “Never thought I’d miss the snow.”
Zoya stretched. “It’ll be spring soon enough. Seasons change. Can’t do anything about that. Help me with the door.”
The reprieve was over. Zoya was back to her old self.
“Reminds me I have to plant seedlings,” Zoya murmured.
Genya shook away images of Zoya kneeling amongst flowers.
There was no denying they were friends now.