The Walk

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As soon as he puts it on outside, it begins to snow. He slowly walks sown the stairs of his apartment complex. He folds the collar of his coat to cover his ears, puts his hands in his pockets, and lowers his head, his green eyes cast down. He doesn't know where he's walking until he gets there. He walks the streets of his hometown, bothered by that he can't remember anything. He decides to walk to the park. As he walks around the corner to get there, he bumps into a woman. He doesn't look up and just mumbles, "I'm sorry." He continues walking but feels like he is being followed. He stops and turns but sees no one there. He shakes his head. "Just my imagination." He continues on until he arrives in front on an obelisk in the park. He tilts his head up wondering what brought him there. The small flurry begins to turn into a blizzard and yet, he still looks up at the obelisk quizzically. Everything begins to blur around him and he feels as though he is frozen in time. He snaps out of his trance and looks around him seeing everything is frozen in time. "Whoa," he exclaims.

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