Silence drapes around them like a blanket. The sting of the acid burns on his face surges forth again as he closes his eyes and bows his head; the rough San Francisco breeze whipping the loose dirt up into miniature dust devils.
He swallows, looking down at the tiny thing in his hand.
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Date: 2006-11-21 06:00 am (UTC)He swallows, looking down at the tiny thing in his hand.