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Kit wiped water from Aila's cheek. She didn't pull away.

She looked down at him. For a moment, she was seventeen again — reckless, hungry for something she couldn't name. MissaX.21.02.12.Aila.Donovan.Kit.Mercer.Slide.P...

"Go."

The Slide stretched downward, slick with rain, its wooden planks warped but intact. Aila knelt and touched the surface. The grain was smooth from decades of summer bodies and winter neglect. Kit wiped water from Aila's cheek

"I brought the papers," he said. "And a bottle of something that'll strip paint." she was seventeen again — reckless

"Do you remember the day we built the Slide?" he asked.