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DRAFT: Threads Darren inhaled the sharp morning air. It felt like swallowing glass. When he reached the double-doors he was out of breath. He entered the school and rushed to his locker, it still felt cold from a night without use. Soothing. He turned the lock's dial and grabbed his books. Listened to the roar of voices. Even his numb nose could smell that cologne. The soft heavy fragrance it left in the back of his mouth made him gag. Or feel nostalgic; it depended on Darren's mood, which today was not good. Out of the corner of his eye he saw James. His cloud of scent swallowed Darren whole, it consumed Darren. James never knew whenDRAFT: Threads by ~13YuritheLily13
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