On board, X stood up against the rules, walked into a lavatory in back. 6 feet 3 inches, medium black straight hair, noticed Y seated a few metres to the west and south.
With nowhere to land, Airplane rose cautiously, split low clouds. Z watched from a still sedan on the bridge.
Type Three diabetes, as none are known, dieted but failed incredibly. Below bridge, Z walked slowly trying to notice the earth, plants and infrastructure. Z wanted no one else to notice Z trying to be doing anything.
Private sun burnt out after 5 pm. Listening to the wave of traffic, arduously Z trudged unbeknownst in psychologically bereft phalanxes, a proper order impossibly certain determinism.
Then, quixotic brambles tied the lean-to to the closest crane, Z noticed, in and of frenetic ambitions of mortal, implicit instinct.
X fell off the skybridge. Broken clavicles rang out for days of interior pains, on a Sunday. Staff sat with to console and begin to recuperate X.
X slept face on commercial carpet for 5 minutes. Free to toss away, McDonald's packaging scuffled on shelves with a mixed high population of dust bunnies.
Prefabricated loose joints fixated in the corner of the hospital not 25 minutes from the incident site. X's eyes listed about the late afternoon window light watching. Solidarity conflated intense expanded expectation within the prunish mind of X.
Y recorded these subjective findings in a brown moleskine.
To fossilize the forgettable moment, the tenuous-friend group, held together by transit glue, obliged to a snapshot, being generous to character.
Probably you should interrupt the transportation industry.
If we must, we boycott endlessly.
... The ... End ....
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