Sebastian continued down the path, searching for the right spot. “This one has a perfect view of the cathedral, but the next unit has better insulation,” he mumbled to himself. It was starting to get dark and the tall trees cast shadows over the mix of mud and snow covering the park’s ground.
“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,” he sing-sang, pointing at the benches. All empty, thanks to the gods and the cold weather. Sebastian wrapped his arms around his middle, trying to warm up. Another night, another bench. At least he could choose one without the need for a fight.
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