Our Rooftop

"So, what's been alluring your attention outside the window?"

She sighs deeply, "Well, for a minute it was just the moon and its dazzling
effulgence. But, then my eyes started to wander to the streets, and to the
teenagers. I want to be one. I want to be a photo-copied, replica of the people
who meander the streets underneath the jet black skies-polluted mind, dirtied
soul and all."
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Two souls whose lives are contingent upon what happens in a housing for people who are better off dead.