WaitingWaiting Whispers of the evening breeze accompanied him as he calmly trudged along the beaten path through the park. The echoes of police sirens could still be heard in the distance, the city never seeming far enough away. Encircled by trees, the worries of urban life appeared to elude those who wandered through the pass, their breath fogging up their view and the misty pond leaving the air surrounding it cool and saturated. With every clumsy footstep, the boy dispersed a thin layer of dust around him, his demeanour troubled and uncertain.. He wobbled as the cool breeze turned to frigid gust, his hands quickly tightening his coat's buckles.
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