Demolition Before the Bloom

his shoulders finally dropping from their rigid posture.

I reached into the basket and pulled out two cold metal water bottles.

Then, a shadow fell over me.

The sunlight was blocked out.

I looked up.

Richard was standing there.

His face was dark red.

A thick vein pulsed at his temple.

His chest heaved under his tailored shirt.

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