He ran through the market with a high gloss
shoulders teembling rocking to side to side when his feet touched the ground
which wasn't often, I could think
but they seemed to overturn something with each
flying step
I would say hermetic, but that isn't the right word
his breath came in sputters and stops with his words
"SORRY
I'M
Late..."
and he ran past
late?
was it such a grand thing to be late?
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