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The ominous clouds meandered in the sky, lightning electrocuting the air while Philip grimaced on his bed– or soon to be deathbed.

“Roger that– I’ll meet you there to discuss the suspects” buzzed Officer Spormore’s voice through my walkie-talkie as I sat down in the meeting room in the police station.

You know, sometimes I have these moments. Moments where I snap out of the rubber band ball of my own mind, and it hits me. The profuse sentiment of sonder is inhaled into my nostrils, like the salty aroma of a beach.

Açai with granola and fruit, 

as silky as a stream down low.  

A perfect treat to escape the brute.