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I rested my forehead against the cool glass, letting my eyes wander over San Francisco one last time. The city buzzed below as if nothing had changed. Cars crawled over the streets, the bay reflected streaks of orange and pink, and the Golden Gate Bridge stood proudly against the evening fog. Beautiful. Familiar.
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