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“Are you happy?” Katya’s question catches him off guard. His eyes flick up, blinking rapidly as the rim of the cup rests on his lips, the coffee sitting just below the swell of flesh.
And he lets a smile ghost his visage, the mug lowering and resting back on its saucer. He nods his head, makes eye contact with her as she takes a drag of her cigarette, watching her smoke exhale and evaporate into the air. “I am.” He says. “Are you?” He asks, voice low.
She takes a deep inhale, her response coming easy, “I am.” She replies.

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