Ophelia and Orlando
The Lost Boys drove their bikes through New York. They'd always meant to check the city out, but they'd liked Santa Carla too much.
David sniffed the air. "We're not the only family here. But the others are a different race. They're the ones who can't fly." Marko grinned.
"I can smell so much beauty here." He, Dwayne, and Paul linked arms and skipped down the street.
"You gotta love Central Park, man!" Marko giggled, he was so high. Michael and Star followed behind, holding Laddie's hands between them. They happened upon a group of homeless teenages, sleeping behind some boulders.
"Everybody hungry?" David asked, smiling. They fed.
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Ophelia and Orlando were talking a walk, after a Broadway show. "Do you smell that, Feelie?" Orli asked.
"Yes," Ophelia said, sneezing. "Vampires, a race I've not encountered outside California." They rushed back home quickly.