The Art of Breaking
Angie Bolton 4-16-06
An assembly of colorless clouds hung themselves above the city street, a colossal wad of stale cotton candy dangling from an invisible string. The air possessed a certain heaviness about that place, and as one drew nearer to the town square, the weight kept on expanding. Swarms of mosquitoes congregated
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