Mutability
Kev stepped nearly into the steady stream of cars to flag a cab, leaning farther and farther to see and be seen. He couldn't see but rather felt her presence behind him, huddled in the heavy coat she liked to wear, waiting just out of the spray of rain and expletives pelting him as car after car rushed past. Finally, a cab pulled up and just as quickly pulled away, but this time with her inside. Kev blinked. Had she kissed him goodbye?
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