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There’s something about this scene that calls to mind a previous one. One that’s so easy for Kevin to recall, and so vividly, as though he’s looking upon it now. He sees himself: younger, with brighter eyes that roam the dance-floor, perhaps looking for a girl to dance with, but they land on Jakob, with a chain on his jeans, and gel in his hair.
Outside the memory, the older Kevin smiles. His eyes had roamed this dance-floor and once again landed upon Jakob: older now, chain and hair gel gone, but Jakob still flies.
And Kevin remains as impressed.
