Day Fifteen.

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It was cold today.

It was, after all, the verge of autumn.

The leaves had fallen off.

I walked to the usual place I stay at.

And I looked at how people were changing.

People started wearing more clothes,

Kids are chattering about snow,

And I'm just here.

Sitting and waiting for Lindsey to come back.


After a while, she came by.

This time on my side of the street.
She was coming closer.

And eventually, she was in front of me.
I was staring at her.

And I started to run again.

She can't be close.
I'm unlucky.
I'd only bring harm.

I kept running.


Until I heard a person collapse.

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