Excerpt from something I’m scribbling! Can you guess which song it is based on yet? (Given, this part is not very telling).
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Patrick did his route in half the time it usually took, but he found himself winded from sprinting by the time he got back to his house. He bent over and heaved, trying to catch his breath adequately before going back inside. Pat took huge gasps of air, and scolded himself for being so silly and eager in the first place. Pat stood and breathed slower, his hands on his waist. As soon as he was breathing somewhat normal, he proceeded up the stairs to his front door.
Maria was fast asleep on the couch, one hand buried in Spartacus’ fur, her head tucked into Sparty’s shoulder.
Pen of the Prophet 