the town of aurora seemed to be IGNITED by the festivities ; obnoxious in every manner imaginable , an assault of light and sound that made the reasonable itch to retreat inside. now , amy certainly was not going to say as such , even as she pondered it privately , as her internal monologue had ALWAYS been considered her own business and hers alone , no matter how many had attempted to decode it.
( however , she was content to keep to the periphery and . . . people-watch. an enjoyable activity for those with heightened awareness of the human psyche , and yet all the more . . . AGONISING. )














