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Swish. Swish.
It's that girl again. The street-cleaner with the bomber jacket and the white hair, the oxidized-copper-green eyes and the big, black gym shoes with hopelessly gaudy green stripes.

Swish. Swish.

She's cleaning the street a ways down from Quartz, pushbroom in her hands and a canvas bag on one shoulder.

Swish. Clink.

She picks up a dented can and puts it in the bag, the recyclable-waste bag.

Then she notices Quartz and blinks curiously.
Quartz turns to look at her, the pale white skin of his bare skin sparkling in the sun.