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				<h1>Momentum</h1>
				<p>by Hannah Hunt</p>
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				<p>Heat presses against you as you wander the crowded streets. Bodies shuffle this way and that, all shouting and shoving to get closer to the vendors at the edges of the crowd. You wipe a hand across your forehead and sigh. Today is going to be tough, and you are just getting started. Levi said he would be out here soon, that he would meet you on the corner of Renolli so you could finally get started working the streets. Only he is nowhere in sight. It is time to make a decision.</p>
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				<h2>You start on your own.</h2>
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				<p>You wriggle your way into the masses, your bag of silver thumping against your back as you navigate the glass streets. Solar panels hum beneath your shoes, adding to the buzz of voices as you near the center of the square.
				There is still no sign of your brother.
				You step forward as a fat man hobbles by and a silver necklace for trade falls from his pocket.
				You grab the necklace and...</p>
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				<h2>Chase after him.</h2>
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				<p>“Sir! Mi scuci, sir!” Your feet pound the pavement, clutching the trinket in your hand. “Sir! Pardon!”
				The man turns, scowling at you when you finally latch onto his dress shirt. “Yes?”
				“You dropped this,” you say, shoving your fist forward.
				The man examines the trinket with a frown, twisting it between his fingers before glaring at you. “Did you steal this from me?”
				Your eyes widen. “No.”
				But it’s already too late.
				He twists, screaming. “Thief! Thief! Service! Aiutatemi!” His face turns a furious red, and you panic, twisting and darting back into the crowds as fast as you can.
				You run, your heart pounding as the fat man’s shouts ring in your ears. You can hear the pounding of Service boots behind you as you dart around corners and duck behind buildings.
				You should have just kept the necklace in the first place.
				You slip past people, pulling more silver from their pockets as you go. If you’re going to be accused as a thief, then you might as well play the part. Service won’t listen to your side of things anyway. Syd’s certainly not going to hear you out. He’ll take his Service’s side over yours any day just so he can get on with his own plans for the evening. He’s probably looking forward to dinner served on gold platters.
				Eventually you lose the sound of Service boots in the distance, and you reach the bridge back to your home island of Venezia, the textile sector of the archipelago that makes up Cidy. Your bag three times heavier then it was when you started your work this evening.
				You’re exhausted by the time you make it to your floor of the Hourglass Tower in the center of the island. You kick at your door and the sheet of metal slides open to reveal your atrium-like living room. You scowl when you spot your older brother lying on the couch, a holoscreen in his hand with a videogame haloing his face in blue holograms.
				He sits upright when you drop your bag onto the floor and grins at you. “Hey, kiddo. How was your day?”
				You walk over and collapse beside him on the couch as your mother glances at you from where she’s cooking dinner on the stove.
				“Well?” Levi nudges you with his elbow.
				You roll your eyes. “Let me tell you....”</p>
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