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Blog #7

While it had been a relieving couple of days, with the knife no longer in his possession, Bradley now felt as if he had been released from the pressures of resolving this mystery. He was free he imagined, the artifact was no longer his responsibility. He could now leave the house more it seemed. When he looked out the window, he watched as the small shadows that the clouds formed rolled across the sky. Overall, the sky was much more clear than any other day thus far in the year. Although, there was not much vegetation that was visible from his room, he could see a few trees blossoming in the distance. The spring time always resurfaced warm memories. He thought that the weather was the world working in his favor as a part of his wish on that shooting star. The weather suddenly lost its rain when he did.

Later that day he needed to get out of the house, so he grabbed a blanket and rode his bike along River Rd. Easily distracted by the admirable blooming bushes, it took him 20 minutes to arrive to his destination. His favorite spot on the river. The sun was beginning to fade, his favorite time of the day, and he watched as crowds of familiar faces swarmed rooftops and yards. He could see Victor sitting on a rooftop with people he was not able to make out. Bradley enjoyed being alone though. He needed that time. After a few minutes he found a small spot, where he set out his blanket, he laid on it in peace until he was oddly awaken, not from any noise, but rather the presence of another person. He looked around in hope to find someone, nothing.

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