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"What about you, Addison?" he asked. She'd described so many things to him, but never really herself.

"I...I don't really know," she said, laughing awkwardly. "I'm just...me."

He wanted to press her. To urge her to tell him, because he wanted to know so badly. 

But he didn't.

Instead, he just asked her another question. "What is shadow?"

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