Chasing Liberty
I was glad they must realize in my case; it was justified.
I take the stairs two at a time as I power out the door. The hot air hits me like a wave, we could really use a breeze it was boiling out here and the air smelt a little stale from the heat wave. I could feel the heat from the baked cobblestones under my feet, making my feet begin to sweat. All the roses were wilted, petals falling off, not even they could stand this heat. The streets usually bursting with activity, were empty. The heat scaring even the children. Not a single child in sight. The walk across the village felt like a life time, my skin felt like it was melting off my body, the sweat drenching the back of my shirt, I jus
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