Mark looked around the beautiful lobby, watching people weave around plants and statues, pause at the wishing fountain, lounge in the lobby chairs. Peaceful, despite the supposed chaos. Mark could clearly see himself getting lost around here, just like when he was a kid, playing with her. He still hoped that he'd see her again one day.
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