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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