[ He glances to Theo with almost startled urgency—finds Theo's gaze already averted. There are 987 dead people more deserving of his sympathy, but something about it is tragic, dying before you have the chance to leave the city you were born. ] Is that what the books are for? Taking you places?
[ He can't help it: he yawns, though it's more contented than tired. ] A few days in storage, you're almost ready to dodge New York traffic.
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[ He can't help it: he yawns, though it's more contented than tired. ] A few days in storage, you're almost ready to dodge New York traffic.