"--It's a cross," says Maya, studying the two (after readily handing over the paper and pencil). She shakes her head. "The similarities just keep piling up. I think our worlds were secretly separated at birth."
Her mouth turns upward; her eyes flick from the paper to Piotr. "Can you write my name like that?"
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Date: 2008-07-28 03:56 am (UTC)Her mouth turns upward; her eyes flick from the paper to Piotr. "Can you write my name like that?"