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She’ll run and he’ll chase. She’ll tease and he’ll chain-smoke, she’ll hide and he’ll seek. She’s the pretender and he’s the captive. Their roles are reversed, yet the same.
She helped him escape. She took the job to keep him safe, though no one knows it and she plays the martyr beautifully, hiding behind smoke puffs and masked blue eyes.
She keeps him safe. She intentionally hits the garbage can, misses him running past, doesn’t see him down the hall.
This is what he wants. This is what he saw.
Until she caught up with him again.