The man impersonated a grin, beaming to himself. He took his time, sauntering down the Hillway Walkways, scratching his knee as an idiosyncrasy, whistling, and letting his thoughts go wild. His shirt embodied a happiness, while he skipped down the path. Though his shoes were tearing apart, his elation excited him forward; he was looking forward to the birthday party.
The trees swayed along with the wind, the leaves rustled and create a crispiness in the satisfaction. Preferably not, perspiration dripped at his forehead, and began to damp the back of his shirt. He quickened his footsteps upon the touch of a drizzle. The drizzle soon turned into rain. And subsequently, unfortunately, it turned into a downpour. Clutching his head, he let out a sigh. He walked a long way from home without an umbrella and he hoped to take refuge at the party.
Upon arrival at the party destination, he heaved relief and comfort. It was short-lived when he spotted a sign on the front porch reading " Party Cancelled". Following that he wailed in exasperation, and grumbled in a nettled manner .
Benedict
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