Chapter 5
by 
wickednovo22
What's next?
Stop
You release your grip, and the sensation slowly dissipates. You don't want to mess up your pool, and you like delaying gratification anyway. Well, sometimes.
You get out of the pool, and grab a towel from a rack to dry off. You walk to the edge of the rooftop as you scrub the towel against your hair. Looking down on the city below, criss-crossing cars and impatient people rushing to work, you decide what to do for the day.
What do you do next
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