[Junia swallows, nodding, and begins to walk. It's a moment before she realizes it's in the wrong direction. She turns on her heel and marches the other way, somehow even more flustered.]
These streets are too confusing. [A poor excuse.] It is a wretched place, full of -
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These streets are too confusing. [A poor excuse.] It is a wretched place, full of -
[She bites her tongue, actually bites it.]
Thank you. For accompanying me.