My final post :(
I wrote this is class the other day using the words "umbrella" and "bright."
Kurt grabbed an umbrella and slipped on his new pair of running shoes. He had a long way to run to her place. He ran in place a couple of times to get his heart pumping. The sun began to paint moisture onto his skin. With the umbrella tucked under his arm, he started to run. His footsteps were methodic as his feet married with the concrete—a new piece of pavement with each step. Always new cracks to skip, new pebbles to slip on, new gum left by some other riff raff before him. Kurt’s gut began to scream—only a little ways left. His skin was beginning to cook and his body was begging him to stop this mad dash. Useless, and he wasn’t going to get anywhere anyway. The thudding inside his chest began to pump faster than his legs were moving, and the umbrella was chaffing his underarm. Kurt closed his eyes because the sun was bright. And Pam was bright, so he kept running. As he went, he began to feel to his heart slowing to a crawl. Finally, it crawled to a gentle buzz. His chest felt concave and he tried to just keep walking. The sound of his footsteps reverberated in his ear. The lampposts turned on and were bright, but artificial when compared to the sun. The darkness lapped the perspiration from his skin and his heart was completely stopped. He got to her house and hit the door. Pam opened it. He handed her the umbrella for when it rained.
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