gray skies, a shock of red. she’s the brightest thing in sight. a friend of lance’s, keith thinks. he remembers the red, caught in his peripheral, boldness brought out in lance’s snapchats. can’t remember the name, but that doesn’t matter. the sky is pouring & keith’s got a two mile run back to his place, no umbrella, no hoodie. he breathes in.
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