distorted world | viii

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Five minutes down the street.
A single turn to the right.
Past the seventh lamppost.

His feet led him down this familiar path every day.

The place he was heading to was a place that most people didn't notice at first.

A place that calmed him.
A place where he was able to breathe better.
A place where he could try to forget about everything.



It was a small cafe,
nestled between a flower shop and an abandoned building.

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