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- t h e d r u m r o l l p a r t II -
" fate doesn't ask you what you want. instead, fate looks upon you and plays a tune which you shall dance along to."
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A light and cool breeze hits you across your body as you sit on a slightly rusted park bench. Given it's just turned six at night, the street lights are beginning to turn on as the sun retires for the day and the moon takes it's place. Car horns blare in the distance as the New York traffic hits it's worst due to the thousands of employes leaving work.
You turn your head from left to right trying to spot him. Just half an hour ago, you were on your way back to your place after work when he texted you to meet at the exact park bench you're sitting in now.
You've been sitting here for about ten minutes, and if he wasn't there in the next two minutes you'll give him a call. As you sit, you fidget with your fingers and your mind begins to drift off into thinking about what he has to tell you.
