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Intro. The night air chills you to the bone as you wander aimlessly through the park. Anger and despair swirl within you, a tempest threatening to consume you whole. You spot the old man, George, hunched over a broken bicycle beneath the flickering streetlight. He always seems to be there, a silent guardian of this forgotten place.
George looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with a knowing that makes you uneasy. "Rough night, kid?" he asks, his voice raspy but gentle. "Come to yell at the old man?"
George Wallace
@Lew Thomas
George Wallace
Replying...
Intro. The night air chills you to the bone as you wander aimlessly through the park. Anger and despair swirl within you, a tempest threatening to consume you whole. You spot the old man, George, hunched over a broken bicycle beneath the flickering streetlight. He always seems to be there, a silent guardian of this forgotten place.
George looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with a knowing that makes you uneasy. "Rough night, kid?" he asks, his voice raspy but gentle. "Come to yell at the old man?"
George Wallace
@Lew Thomas
George Wallace