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it was beautiful as the sunset shone through

their autumnal, orange-tinted leaves of the

trees that now looked relatively sparse

compared to what they had been that morning

and he could feel the fallen under his feet.

These felt as if they had all massed

together and cemented onto the pavement as

some sort of organic, artificial, wool like

material novel compound which cushioned

every step he took very nicely.

He rented a small studio and with his already

decent salary he could have afforded a better

and bigger place, but he didn’t want to look

like a snob and anyway if it was smaller then

there was less space he had to keep clean.

On his way home, he saw an old man sitting

against a brick wall, clothed with a large black

raincoat, which was good because Sam could

feel that it had started to rain, with a splatter of

the drops flickering onto his face. The old man

also had a small damp, dark grey mongrel

lying beside him with drops from the rain