[He doesn't leave at once, but gradually, eating a pretzel of his own, Julien moves on. People watch and talk about him for a bit, but he's been moving through public spaces like this for weeks. Soon enough they settle back to whatever they'd been doing.
Ten, fifteen minutes later there's another text.]
I asked a bird to come get you but idk if he knows how. Come out here? I won't be hard to find.
[A Dalmatian-colored pigeon flies out of the brush, lands on the bench next to Kallie, and starts turning in circles and puffing out its neck, going wurruk-ooo.]
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[He doesn't leave at once, but gradually, eating a pretzel of his own, Julien moves on. People watch and talk about him for a bit, but he's been moving through public spaces like this for weeks. Soon enough they settle back to whatever they'd been doing.
Ten, fifteen minutes later there's another text.]
I asked a bird to come get you but idk if he knows how. Come out here? I won't be hard to find.
[A Dalmatian-colored pigeon flies out of the brush, lands on the bench next to Kallie, and starts turning in circles and puffing out its neck, going wurruk-ooo.]