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Kai paced back and forth in front of his bedroom mirror, chewing on the edge of his thumbnail.
'Get it together, Seraphall. It won't happen like it did before, you already changed so much. You broke up with Gen, you got rid of that damned chair, you helped Mrs Amin, you and Rami have been - doing whatever we've been doing - for three months now.'
He adjusted the cropped, fitted shirt one last time and nervously moved a strand of hair back in place over his wide, hazel eyes.
The joint festival that was held on this night to celebrate the end of the Nasiru Desert Race and the beginning of the rainy season was a long held tradition. Residents of the city would pointedly wear less clothing even if the rains persisted. This was partly a nod to the God of Nature themselves, and also a practical move; more layers meant more wet clothes to peel off of you at the end of the night after all.
