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"she spends countless hours with her statue in the park. She can't go into her situation with a living, breathing being, it must always be with someone who only listens. Never passes judgement. Not that she would care about what anyone would say, more so what they would do. Or could do. That it why she is so happy that she found him those many months ago, standing alone in a seldom traversed section of her park, almost hiding amidst wrangled and knotty trees.

After another soul-cleansing conversation with the iron-clad general who founded her hill in the early 1800's, she falls to staring blankly beyond her highway, beyond the harbor, and directly into the heart of her city. As always Matthew says what she longs to hear. She smirks, eyeing the odd triangularity of the building just across the way, and begins to tell him about the girl from 14th street..."