It sucked not to be able to find another vent in the city.
Vents.
Those things were the single most useful thing in the city to people like him. And didn't they know it. Which is why any available one was claimed before anyone else had a chance to glance at it.
Hot warm air constantly blew out of it, becoming a source of warmth to huddle towards.
Sure they were right in the middle of the streets, and occupying one drew weird stares from others, but after a while, it wasn't so bad. One learned to ignore their stares, and create some sort of mental barrier between you and their awareness. You had to. Or else you'd crack.
Good thing he was in a city that just didn't fucking care. They never held interest in you for long, in fact, they try their damnest pretending they don't see you. Perhaps they don't.
But here he was with no vents in .

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Galen about 14 years ago

Great start! Would love to see where it goes if you continue it on your blog.

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