You stare at Sun and attempt to read his facial expressions. What is the nature of this beast? Stare. Stare. Stare in his eyes. Sun’s smirk turns to a frown. His forehead wrinkles. Unable to match your determination, Sun turns to put on sunglasses.

He lowers himself in the sky. A breeze finally arrives. You are cooler. He is a coward.


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