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Blog #2

It was midway through yet another rainy day. Bradley dragged his exhausted body across his mattress to check the time. He wasn’t at all surprised that he had overslept, the silence of the city had him captivated. Last night was a blur at the Platinum Bar just down the road. He was one of the few who decided to set free from his one bed apartment, most people around him mourned over the death of Mr. Evans. But, Bradley felt unfazed, there was no relationship among the him and Mr. Evans. The loose murder gave him a few chills, but no feeling he couldn’t rid of. Bradley is formidable, not many scenarios disconcert him.
Once he finally acquired the strength to pull himself together and collect his fresh new button up and black slacks, he stumbled over to his shower. Setting his pristine clothes on the small, red mat that lied next to the tub. He slowly turned the knob waiting for the cold water to come bursting out, but nothing. He faced the faucet, while thinking to himself, “You’re not going to give me anything, really?” Although, he wasn’t as let down as one should be. This only meant he could visit Victor Marx. The two met while at a similar reparation job meeting. “You can go and blame it on a simple twist of fate.” Victor always explains while encountering other townspeople with Bradley. It baffled them both that they were so indistinguishable. In this town, it wasn’t so effortless to discover someone like so, from the abundance of diverse characteristics throughout. From the day they had met, they were inseparable. They conquered the majority of their days with one another and talked about everything. Victor was just what Bradley needed to clear his mind from all of his internal battles.
When Bradley had reached the last step he began towards the bike rack. He immediately regretted not locking it up from the night before, picturing the absence of his prized possession. Luckily it was there. Victor only lived minutes away. The route was quiet, with one car passing in the time. Instantly after arriving, before he could knock, Victor sprung open his door with a giant smile, like he’d been expecting him. It had only been 12 hours since they saw one another. “I have no water at the apartment!” Bradley began explaining, however, Victor noticed the bike, so he ran and grabbed his own. They both set off for the Western Maitland apartment.

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