i am a victim of the world’s stupidity, brandon thought sadly.
when he was young, brandon had been pretty stupid himself, he reflected.
outside, water was running in the streets due to the heavy rain.
as luck would have it, curtis had lost his umbrella just two days before.
curtis had never had any luck, and the same things happened to him over and over.
brandon and curtis both needed some sleep.
sleep can be therepeutic, but not always.
it all depends on how much space you have.
morris decided to get some fresh air.
he did not realize the gravity of the situation, with brandon and curtis both asleep in the rooms to either side of his.
morris just felt that his time had come.
in the room beneath morris’s, vera was doing some thinking.
it was past time for fred to walk past the building.
fred, like morris and vera, was a thinker.
fred had had some truly serious thoughts in his time.
but he was not very romantic, either in word or deed.
harold had a certain air about him.
some people laughed at harold’s certain air, especially rose.
rose also had a low opinion of harold’s taste in food, especially his propensity to add slices of banana to almost everything he ate.
nobody understood how grave the situation was rapidly becoming.
brandon, curtis, morris, vera, harold, and rose all felt that their luck would change.
only fred knew better.
but he was lost in the rain.
forever.
a great stillness settled over the building as fred walked past it.
but it was not hit by lightning - think about it.
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