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"They met in their other life, Only this time they might live." Ema gaped at the subtle dressed man. He was clad in a white shirt and black jeans also sporting timberland. Of the Jean was a pencil, it would have suited him better. He ran towards her with the glee of a child, his eyes bright like a child that just saw his best friend after a long night. "Adriana." He said again. Ema studied him. He had the joy that only a child could have. He also acted immaturely. He was literally playing with her hands and his voice—it was just oddly childish. "Do I know you?" Someone ran towards Ema breathless. "I'm so sorry." The woman apologized and grabbed Nathan by the arm. "Let's go." She spat in between her teeth. She seemed irritated with the man. "But if I leave her, The bad man wil