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"What would you want if you couldn't have it anymore?" Hazel had taken to asking questions like this since their world had changed. "I don't know, socks maybe," Henry said, wiggling his bare toes. "What would you want, Z?" She thought for a moment, and then she spoke. "I'd want the wind." Henry caught the eyes of his young sister. They nodded in unison, then gathered their belongings, and walked into town.

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