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Ch. 32 Floor 118
Author: Jon Klement
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The two of them were alone. It was a couple of hours into the Period of Family. Young singles, such as George and Sirena, often socialized with others their own age or dated during this time. It wasn’t that they didn’t still feel connected to their families. The sea elf culture, by and large, was very family-centered. However, this was an age and a time of life when young people were exploring ideas of forging their own paths and finding their place in society.

George shifted on the soft bench that Sirena called a “sofa” or a “couch”. They were in a lounge near the very top of one of Wonderdome’s skyscraper buildings. The lights were out in the lounge. The illumination came from outside the transparent walls of this lounge level. The view was beautiful and breathtaking.

They often cuddled alone up here at the top of the skyscraper, on floor 118 of 120. It was their own secret lovers’ rendezvous. These top dozen floors or so were nearly empty. They contained huge apartments, larger t
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