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Jan 31, 2019 20:41:48

Radagast #4

by @timsubiaco PATRON | 215 words | 51πŸ”₯ | 127πŸ’Œ

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I swing my heels, letting them kick up just high enough for them to hit the pipe I was perched upon. I let Theo go ahead, I was too tired.

In front of me was a giant tent with a crowd of people inside, but I could only make out silhouettes through the steam that was rolling out of its sides. I think he was in there somewhere.

I look up and come face to face with the Tower. I turn away and try to search the sky instead. K saw nothing,  no clouds, no stars, no moon. Sometimes lasers would Shiite from behind me into the black. I traced their straight inhumane lines until they clicked off. 

I thought of Lina and wondered what she would think of me. I will never forget the way she looked at me when I told her I had started smoking. I hate thinking about that. I always get this clenching in my chest, a cold hollow sucking feeling. I don’t recommend it. 

Theo appeared before me and beckoned me to an empty stage just beside the tent. 

β€œC’mon! Paul Ka is playing! I promise, after this we can go to sleep. I promise!”

I shrug, climb off my pipe and follow him. 

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