I could hear the birds flirting and distant cars humming by. Canon was blowing bubbles, drawing on the sidewalk with colored chalk and talking constantly. I knew Alex was nearby with his sketch pad. I lay there stretched out on the concrete with my eyes closed letting the sun's warmth heal me. The rays penetrated my skin and melted away the negative feelings built up from the weekend.
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