My Shadow Aflame Sewn Sideways

It was Friday night after all….

Yet I knew, like the sun, the dust motes were beyond compare.

A room further within the premises revealed an altogether separate fate, from which I sought to break.

I ran home, ruining my chances with the magicians and the acrobats.

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