Laws are made not to be broken.
They are made to curb our savagery.
One final glance back at the hotel. Philias Switchmoat the Third, stepping from the curb and in to a puddle. Disappeared.
Stephen J. DayTags: leaving puddle vanishing hotel curb disappearing
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