Pitter Patter
Down the streets, the hot, tar pavement and around the corner. Around the corner and along the muddied white lane. The lane, the lines of the lane disintegrating by the boxes, the cars, the patter of our feet. Our fee, pounding side by side now one by one.
Britt
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