Kismet

Dry leaves paved the lane. A boy whizzed past on his bicycle. Some leaves galloped into air as if displaying the immense energy they possessed, and some got crumbled ruthlessly as if their soul had been sucked out of them.

But who cares? They were dead anyway.

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