It was a mess.
There were thousands of words, spoken in various strings of melodies, all uttered together at once, creating a disturbing buzz in sync.
The small place filled with people passing by like a dark flash of rainbows, swiped the dusts off of the ground with their soles and heels as they move in a hurry, creating puffs of white among those tocks and thumps.
"Holy, and it's still Monday!" I lifted my chin up a little, only to see where the words came from.
Didn't figure it out in the end, but I answered him back in murmurs, "Same."
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